It started as a hopeful blurb on the radar. The weather forecast had the swell looking favorable in a weeks time. The countdown began. Closely monitoring the conditions like you could have an effect over them. Not a chance in hell. It just has an effect over you; if you let it. Possessed is sort of how you become. Cold, freezing, just hoping that there is a chance to step out of reality for a few hours and soak in the ocean. Even if it is freezing and coming to the dead of winter. The days approach and that hopeful swell rapidly changes and all the favorability of it just goes down the drain. Skunked once again. A hint of depression overcomes your mood. Why oh why does it play out this way? I guess you can't always get or have it your way. I know it will make any forthcoming swells just that much sweeter. But anyway, it was a beautiful night to walk through the silent streets with the muffled sound of snow falling and a wind whistling.
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