This morning we will put emphasis on the word "texture". It is indeed textured, smaller than yesterday and I am currently looking for those workable inside corners we hear so much about.
I will head into the parking lot and collect some accounts of the surf conditions. I always find these first-person accounts our culture's most important and thought-provoking.

Looks super fun in the middle. See you out there.

In the car at the ###### parking lot with Alani. It's quite dark and cold now. It feels more like Baltimore than California tonight. The winds seem to have turned a bit more north in the last hour.

"Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright / Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, / Rage, rage against the dying of the light."

The conditions are pristine with a bit of east flavoring our predominantly southerly winds this morning. The swell itself has dwindled a bit and I anticipate the high tide to swallow what surf remains as Jonah once was. In a purely allegorical fashion, of course.

The surf conditions appear dismal at best. We have a fading, even lackadaisical swell intertwined with an unsavory wind out of the south-southwest. Good surf conditions often relate to the techniques of fiction: characters, scenes, a big urgent emotional question. And as in the best surf, tone counts for a lot.