Wave. Surfing. Surfer. A storm out at sea churns the surface. Creates a chop. Smaller, then larger wavelets. These amalgamate, with enough wind, into heavy seas. What surfers are waiting for on distant coasts is the energy that escapes from the storm. It radiates outwards into calmer waters in the form of wave trains. Groups of waves, increasingly organised, that travel together. Each wave sets off a column of orbiting wa...

Chapter 1 Vacation It was the summer of my eighteenth year. The feeling of being at a threshold, on the edge of something new. Father, Mother and I were to go on vacation. But, Father had to back out at late notice because of an unforeseen work contingency. A faraway locale, a continent away. So, there we were, in a place we knew nobody, blissfully anonymous. Liberating, though I couldn’t really say for what. *** It was a...