A Salty High: A Descriptive Essay about the Stoke that Surfboarding Brings to an Individual
A SALTY HIGH
I gazed there, looking among the horizon, a dawn sky brightened with the rising sun; waiting for the most unique peeler to form my way. Sitting on my 6'2
fiberglass surfboard, i was in awe at the beautiful lively nature that surrounded me. The ocean breeze sprayed against my face and the salty moisture in the air plastered to my dry lips. I noticed the seagulls in the distance, were soaring around a gigantic school of flounder, among the shallow waters of the sandbar. The tide was
demanding and it pulled me along south as I watched my towel on the beach, diminish.
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