new leaves, supposedly it's fall . . .

After a lazy breakfast and and a spin at Dog Beach with Trent and Alabama, I spent the morning surfing at Mission Beach. I actually paddled out and caught waves on my own, and surfed them to the beach. I never would have suspected would be something I could do and that I would enjoy. The kind of Saturday morning I can't imagine besting. Who is this person I am becoming? Those who knew me in Boston, would they be able to picture this Dorchester girl pulling on a wetsuit in the parking lot, and heading off to the beach with a longboard underm her arm?

Afterwards, Trent presented me with a beach cruiser, a black bike with a beautiful patina rust and old stickers. We took a ride out to the tip of Shelter Island, and watched the sailboats head out for a long weekend in Mexico. The wind off the water could not have been more lovely or relaxing.