I love water – in any condition, as long as it is clean. Last weekend we drove down the coast and the Pacific and I we got re-acquainted. Many years ago, the Pacific and I were great friends. We’d see each other everyday at least once, sometimes more than that. Some days we’d spent all day together and we wouldn’t get tired of one another – man we had fun. Then I had to move away and we saw each other less frequently. Now, I will make an effort to see my old friend more often – to spend more time together.In Carlsbad when I got my feet wet, the ocean came hurtling at me like a big puppy. It came so fast and so strong and then it slobbered all over me.We played together, it tossed me around, held me under. It flooded my ears and my nose and just like during my university days, it came our of my nose and my ears much later at the most inopportune of times – like when I was driving. Before I went back that day to my place, i took this picture with te Pacific in all its beauty and calm might.Alright, stay sharp gang and keep it real.
Cheers Markus \m/