By riverflows on Skatehive
The coast has been magnificent this week. It's been warm, so everyone is out with a smile on their faces. We walked the coast path to Bells Beach and saw four whales a-spouting, and a pod of six dolphins swim along the cliffs below as if keeping us company. Yesterday my girlfriend and I surfed Drainos for four hours - the water was silky smooth, I didn't need boots nor gloves, and we said merry hellos to a seal. I'm still in motion now, my body rocking in the water, though I'm sitting at a Friday desk earning some dollar. I can still see the morning sky, alit with tangerine and blue, the clouds like cobalt tornadoes and mama dog boobs hanging down to the wet horizon. Though the weather has been splendiferously spiffing, there is a niggling worry about the lack of rain. Even when it comes, on this Friday where I'm writing, it's not enough to soak the ground. That's south west Victoria for you. There's wet years and dry years, and always a fear of drought. Bring the storms. Three days of