The wind was howling.........
The wind surfers were out.... their boards were wanting to drift off as if they had some mind of their own, the rigging was laid over......... water lapping over the sail......
The wind pilots........ then.........
donning their wet suites....... the masts went erect...........
No spring chickens....... they........
A V.W. bus not quite the color of an Avocado......... and parked along the edge of the road... enveloped in the stink of sea weed, a salty condensation formed on its metal skin.
High flying Guy dream't that night unbeknownst to himself.......... This:
"and they forgot about being human"
As they flew...... off together across the foamy chop..........
The surfing couch potatoes
thesurfingcouchpotatoes.com or perhaps 1-800-surfing couch potatoes........
or how about .....1-800 got couch potato?
The WIND surfing couch potatoes.............
