Surfer Girl
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California Update:
I took my daughter to her lesson today. Being a bit tired, I decided not to go cycling. But I drove down to the beach where surfers looking for the big waves and cyclists go to park and each go their own ways. Sat on the car with my music going and reading my cycling magazine, waves crashing and sun just right.
A young woman pulls in and parks in front of my car. Surfboard in the back, so I deduce that she’s here to go surfing. She in my line of sight so I’m not staring. Blond, thin, about 25. She nods hello.
She arranges her surfing gear. Comes back around to the side of the car, again in my line of sight. Takes off her t-shirt. Okay, now I’m looking.
Then she takes off her bra and then she takes off her pants. Gentleman as I am, I take a swig of my vitamin water and look out to Japan. Somehow my gaze wanders south (back toward Santa Monica – I know where your minds are), and she’s pulling her thermal over her head and her wetsuit up over her bum.
She picks up her gear and glances over as she heads past me on her way to the waves.
I guess that’s how one gets ready to go surfing.
I breathe out and drive back up the canyon to pick up my daughter. I think we’re going to have to buy a house here.
I tried to write this in Haiku. You have to admit that the cadence is right. I’ve just gotta work on the length (how about “surfer girl pulls up, drops trou and exposes small breasts”?).
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