Malibu

I have finished my work stint in Malibu. During the past eight weeks I was driving to and from Malibu four times a week. Every day, except for the one day Malibu was on fire, I would drive by various beaches, the water packed with surfers. From the highway they looked like little ants sitting on the waves. But what drew me in each time was the sight of them waiting. They would be sitting there, bobbing up and down, looking out at the horizon and waiting. Waiting for what? Waiting for a sign? Waiting for a higher power? Waiting to be swallowed by the ocean? Is there any other sport where one is waiting on nature in order to perform? It boggles the mind yet I am immensely intrigued.