There’s something in the air — and it smells like fall.
Can you feel it?
There’s a change in the light, in the air, in the feel of the day. Somehow, I just know, it’s time to go back to school.
But the thing is, I haven’t been a student for over 20 years.
Nonetheless, my internal clock tells me that it’s fall, and that means to break out the sweaters, start making hot chocolate, and be on the lookout for Halloween candy (oh wait, scratch that last bit.)
Best of all, autumn heralds some of the best surf here in Southern California. (We’ve had insane nonstop waves for a few days and that will continue, thanks also to the WCT event starting up at Trestles. Lowers never fails to deliver.)
The scent of autumn somehow makes me feel like I need to stock up on school supplies (I can always used more college-lined notebooks and Pilot pens) and pack a school lunch.
But since I’m not going back to school, I’ll think in terms of going back to the beach.
After all, now that Labor Day has come and gone and summer is “officially” over, it’s time to get back to the beach, to take back the beach, to enjoy, once more, the relatively uncrowded waves at my own home break.
I’m hoping I can keep the fullsuit in the garage for a few more weeks and eke out more time trunkin’ it. (I’ve never been a fan of springsuits …. Somehow I go from bathing suit to shortie to fullsuit and back again.)
Oh, by the way, David has already usurped the new Bourton. Hmm… that’s okay. I’m still loving my Merrick.