sunset surfers

reminiscing on old memories, digging up the forgotten ones, hidden between rows of photographs, a peek into my former home

trips down to perenan beach, the silhouettes below us dancing on the waves, defying the glittering whitewash

will they still be there when i return?

collision looks undeniable, a rapid swerve and the story changes

a lone rider, ready to capture the sun's disappearing light

a positive version of "not waving, but drowning"

a salute into the golden sky

the waves keep building, piling on top of each other, rolling into the next, when will it break?

he glides over liquid gold

and finally, the calm after the storm of board fins that slashed at the water, a sea empty of riders.