Start of the Grinders

It came...

In the night, whispering through the skylight,

a gentle growl from the West.

Early doors, coffee poured,

I coast to the Sea, to see.

Lines to the confines of my periphery.

Paddled out.

Busted through to the back,

rode walls, stood tall...

(...and then promptly took 3 big ones on the head, made an odd whimpering sound like a little girl falling off her first bike into gravel, got out, took a deep breath and used work as an excuse to my friends as to why I had to get out and besides, the old knee was playing up again. It often does in Autumn.)