One of those morning’s where even the disappointment of bad surf can’t bring it down: wake up in the dark, drive down to the beach with coffee to check the waves. Mushy, messy and caught by the wind. I don’t often walk down without without a board. And once down there, I’ve never not jumped in for a quick paddle. This morning was nice, a little introspective, and sipping coffee watching others struggle over the mess of confused seas in the breaking light was for once better than being out there, struggling and angry about the conditions. Nice to have a moment of not struggling and be able to observe. Not sure where to go with that thought, but I wish I’d brought my camera. Morning light rolling over the connector was beautiful.