Josh writes: My eyes opened. I had spent the night at work, and I woke up early on a December Saturday morning underneath my desk. I had checked the swell the night before as I was working, and noted it was predicted to be solidly overhead with offshore winds.
Regardless of the prospects for the morning, I decided to not set my alarm. It was going to be Saturday and I thought I’d let fate and tiredness from work determine when I got up. I usually got up with my internal clock anyway, as surfers tend to do, and on this occasion, I managed to get up early on my own without the crutch of an alarm.
Having stretched, and closed down all my computer’s windows, I looked at the windows outside.