The hand stayed steady. Freeze-framed against the moving backdrop, which seemed on repeat. The concentration it garnered seemed out of touch. Out here, nothing seemed to make much sense. The endless miles of red dirt and scrubby bushes that survived despite their best efforts. Forever semi-surrendered to the relentless glare, heat, and the fucking flies. Taylah was attempting to catch the wind, then changed her hand’s ang...

I took the board under my arm and sat it up on the soft sand before heading back to the shallows to rinse off the sand from its top. Safely on the leeward side of the rock crag, we lay in the sun, taking the small swells as they rolled in and over us. Both of us were quiet in our thoughts. A few notable gasps and yelps rang out over the lapping, rippled water, but then all was quiet. We lay soaking up the sun in the saltw...

"Good evening, Taylah, Brodie!" His welcome was just as warm as ever. We shook hands. Emilia came over for a hug from both of us. "How is your book going, Taylah?" she inquired. "Finished," she replied. "Started a new one this afternoon." I tried to paddle around the point today. The waves were crazy. I had to come back in. "Felipe was a much more competent surfer than me. "Oh man. The only thing I'm worse than surfing at...