Resurface
After returning home from my failed shopping expedition, I really didn’t know what to do with myself. Alezmé was happy to pick up her art folder and colour in that for a while, and Sandy and Rye went back out to the grocery store for me.
“Let’s head out for a surf soon. Blow off some steam, hey Kitty?” Rye suggested, as they walked back in the front door with loads of paper grocery bags.
“Awesome,” I replied, and watched in amusement at everyone starting to find their surfboards and change to go out already. It was like we were all in sync sometimes, especially when it came to surfing — there was no need to even ask if anyone ever wanted to go. It was always a given that surfers could almost live out there in the beauty of the vast natural ocean; with crushing, yet perfectly f
