skunked

on the joy of looking

Over the last several posts, I’ve written stories looking back.

They were stories from my past.

I realized that I have been spending so much time here, wiggling my fingers for y’all, that I haven’t been engaging in the world to create stories in my present.

With that in mind, I had a fully empty day with no clients to see, reports to write nor blog post to come up with. Those posts were ‘written’ years ago when I worked as a clown, jumped into dumpsters or bugged out at the closing of Maple Leaf Gardens.

I needed to surf.

With that in mind, I dropped the kids off at school loaded up the car and set out.

The day was a miserable, dreary affair.

The warm, sunny weather from the day before had vanished. The chills of late winter / early spring had returned.

Yet I was determined to reconnect with the feeling - the feeling of stepping into liquid and gliding down the face of a wave, carving a smooth line at the bottom then racing back up to the lip - wha-pah! Smack the lip then charge on down the…