pt.one.

simply stated, i love the winter. it takes me a little while to get to this point, but in due time i come around like the 1st and 15th. there are the days of fall which stir much anticipation with the event of hurricane swells in temperate water. the days are warm and the sun hangs in the sky long enough for everyone able to get their aquatic fill whether they have work or not. the days of fall seem to be the golden period of the year when it makes sense to be a surfer in the north east. this elated period last for sometime and then something starts to happen. the sky gets a little greyer, the wind more brisk, and the clocks get turned back. naturally when there is some type of resistance, you push back. you see the weather forecast, you step outside in the morning and you sneer and snicker for the bliss of autumn is long gone. the wind blowing seems to penetrate any garment of clothing no matter what it is. being indoors almost seems like a viable and practical choice in spending ones time. the will to wake up early, for what? the winds been howling out of the wrong direction for weeks preventing any wave generating storm system from approaching. checking the surf report is totally out of the question. the tasks one takes up to add purpose to a day is fascinating. for the days are only going to get a lot colder before they get warmer...