Catching a Wave

Wednesday approaches stealthily under the cover of Monday’s and Tuesday’s vapor trail; the week’s start distracting and consuming energy like a hungry high performance engine crazing octane. I saw Wednesday coming from two days ago even though its two cohorts attempted to keep me occupied and blanketed in heavy fog. 

Here we are at the crest of the week, watching the wave forming a curl.  Tanned and silky smooth in suggestive two-piece coral colored bathing suit caressing curvy hips, low cut cups cuddling perky breasts that are pressed into the eight-foot combination of wood and acrylic waxed and smooth, arms paddling to encourage the board to the edge of the crescendo of exhilaration.

The thrill of catching the big kahuna, the ultimate ride we force ourselves into a crouch as the tip of the board extends beyond the edge of the building wave of energy. Feeling the funnel of saline infused H₂O surrounding us we realize the potential to ride or wipe out equally balanced, pumping adrenaline at break neck speed.  

As the fins bite the water we cut precipitously through the curl, green-blue ocean reminds us to stay low and centered. The ride seems timeless and endless.

Just as it feels like the canopy will collapse the curl opens and we emerge from the crouch, the rush of the tide slows and our speed decreases as we approach the beach.

Exhaling we smile, brushing back soaked hair as electricity courses through us, another accomplishment solidly in the bank of memories.

I’m not a surfer, don’t have the coordination, but I thought the analogy would be fitting at least this one time. If your heart rate climbed even one beat above sedentary then the delivery was worth the effort.

Now it’s up to you, grab your favorite mode of transportation, settle in and enjoy the ride.  Let your mind wander and your pulse race. Life is meant to be lived girlfriend.  What’s holding you back?

Nobody can make you do what you don’t want to do.  But I can coax and cajole and maybe I’ll strike that nerve and your body will swing into motion.  The rest is either history or a lost opportunity! What say you girlfriend?

Love and hugs, Nikki DiCaro