somethings flips back from the past, richard alcroft, the verve blasts from some place far away, palm beach pool, aqua blue day, surf rolling in at the south end, some japanese tourists watch a rider wipe out, somewhere on the shore two american girls laugh, they skim along holding hands. i jump over the wall and head into the blue. behind me lays the outskirts of the northern beaches, across the water is the central coast, it's flickering in light and water. 
out n surf you get the brain sorted, it reformats the hard drive, washes away bad energy that clings, helps sort out what's what. i've always found this the best meditation, it works for me, always brings you back to what's important.
breathing, which way is up and are my pants still on.