Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Those were the days...

When every wave was big,

When riding the foam was the most fun you could ever have,
and the shape of the wave didn't make any difference at all...

The world is wide now
and full of waves. 
Good shape is hard to find,
but the search can reward life-
defining moments,
breath-taking experiences
and memories for flat days.

What a wonderful journey we've started on.


Johna said...

Ooooh. Love this. This is what keeps me going in-between the waves! Thank god for words and pictures.

Hannah Katarski said...

Thanks. Me too. Keeps me sane!