neoprene thickness is wrapped delicately around my supple flesh.
counter-intuitively i paddle into chilly waters with chillier air temperatures
upon a floating fiberglass stick which is the cataylst of pure pleasure.
dwarfed by hazy pinks and vibrant oranges juxtaposed with sky blues and royal indigos,
the sun sets as my steed leads me down the breaking face of an oceanic slab of paradise...
i entered to win glasser/twin shadow tickets.
i briefly flirted with being ironically funny, but decided to just be poetically honest. we'll see how it works for me.
