The Sun’s energy reaches north to the Tropic of Cancer.
Long days, warmer water: shed the neoprene shackles!
Pack a bag, grab a bike, surf til 9.
Long beach days, sandy feet, sandy everything.
Season of skin.
Bikinis and womper speedos.
Tans and burns.
Move beyond the gray and gloom.
South swells, birthed off Antarctic ice,
Make their long, lumbering trek across the equator.
Gracing our shores with their steep angled, inconsistent energy.
Hopeful for intense tropical lows spinning off Baja,
moving north into our swell window.
The 5 is jammed- beach parking is nonexistent.
30 guys pitched with the lip together at the local womp.
The South Pacific is inactive.
Yes, the North Pacific winter provides better energy.
But a pure New Zealand south swell,
is something to cherish.
Lines stack up, lefts reel along the coast,
unloading in the warm summer air.