Just feet from shore
A poem from the first day of surfing season :)
6/15/26 As I sit here, half-asleep, Drunk on the Obscene amounts of pizza I ate I'm brought back To the lull of the waves At the Maine beach Where our little one surfs. Where ice cold Atlantic waters Splash her face And Grammy says she can't face Seeing our daredevil, Our adrenaline junkie, Get tossed about on the rough seas Even though she's only feet from shore. ❤️ Adam