Windsong

Some days 

you just want to lie on the deck 

and soak up the rays

and others

well

you feel the pull of the tides

 and the caress of the wind 

on the waves

and so

you unfurl the main

check the stays

check the larder

and let go the anchor.

Razor Time

I really have better things to be doing this morning than Photoshopping a few JPEGs into shape.

I mean, I could be dragging some sharp object across my face so that my appearance is less scarey and hairy.
I could be chucking some chemicals thru my hair to remove the grease and then chuck some more in to add oils back.
I could be rolling some more chemicals under my manly arm pits and brushing other stuff onto what's left of my teeth (did I tell you about the $600 wave? Dentist's fee after nasty wipeout).
I could be imprisoning my fallen arches into leathery corporate looking shoes and striding confidently towards my commuting destiny.

Or I could be surfing.

Painting by Parrish Watts