Rushing Swell, May 25, 2012

The water crashed against his head. He went under, coming up gasping for air, salt stinging his eyes.

            The man on the beach was screaming something, but he really didn’t care. He knew what was expected of him.

Slowly, he began to cut through the rough, cold water, easily making his way back to the beach.

He crawled onto the wet sand and was immediately set upon by the cursing instructor, saying some not very nice things about his mother.

Taking it in stride, he rolled in the sand and began to push them out. Just another day in paradise.