the time melts into mornings, and the mornings melt into now. at the beach i watch the women pass me by, all out and about looking glamorous and busy, sipping lattes and walking fast in tight stretchy pants, smelling good and getting ready for the summer.
sometimes i get lost in women, it's like a magnetic force overwhelms my whole being and i'm just floating in some strange narcotic like fugue state, part erotic, part romantic, part fantasy and part pornographic hallucination. the perfect way to describe this feeling is via a beatles song, 'fixing a hole.' i'm not sure why, it just does.

i have a lot of work to do, read through a version of my novel, 'rites' and make some major adjustments at the end of the narrative, it skips a year or so in a time jump and i'm not sure if it works. i really need a second opinion. maybe it requires chapters. it certainly needs a change.

i surf at dawn, the water is cold but i acclimatise fast, there's not much of a wave but it does feel good. as usual the beach is filled with friendly locals and acquaintances, in the night time we watch the drumming and hula hoop fire twirling girls, i manage to score a free dinner and under the sprawling stars everything feels peaceful and in the right place.