OLD HABITS

welve, maybe 15 of raw groundswell arrives late in the afternoon, accompanied by a haggard, cross-shore wind being distorted around the cliffs. This swell is a mere precursor to an even larger swell forecast to arrive tomorrow. Surfers on balconies look towards the waves and towards other balconies of surfers doing the same thing. Ninety minutes of muted light remains before all that is left is beer and could-haves. Clouds bloom from the horizon in a peachy hue as warm shadows spread amongst the cliffs, elevating the scene into something out of a Renaissance-inspired fresco.