A wonderfully observed piece, Mr Cormorant.
There is much to celebrate here, not least the contrasting language between the two stanzas, the first so vivacious and onomatopoeic and the second so calm and, indeed, poised.
Such is the depth of description that I wonder whether you are a surfer yourself. You may appear dashing on board.
Applause!
2012-05-18

Eli
I don't surf but I know quite a few who do, and, I live near some fine and not-so-well-known breaks.

I've often wondered what it feels like to be inside (both literally and metaphorically) that ultimate moment; the moment frozen so many times by the camera for others to see, and rather aptly too because the images seem to represent what I think it might feel like; a slowing down of time, something you've captured beautifully here - "where the rains never penetrate".

Thank you - for although I doubt I will ever know completely what "that ultimate moment" feels like - you've helped me go there.
2012-05-18

jenks
No blip detected.
I can see a love of language in this write.
2012-05-18

ken d williams
Splendid write.
Ken D
2012-05-17