Swimming with the Dolphins.

Last Sunday, just before I picked up my brother at the airport, I decided to paddle out into the head-high beautiful waves at South Ocean Beach. It was foggy, but the wind was light, and the waves were mushy peelers, perfect for a mellow Sunday morning surf.

I took a few and realized that my decision to stay alcohol free the prior night was smart. It's amazing how much better I ride when my blood is toxin free. Imagine that.

After a short, left close-out, the first in a set of 4, I started to paddle back out and braced myself to duck-dive very deep. I saw a fin. Then I saw another. Then a saw two dolphins, slightly to my north side, burst from the set wave in pure synchronicity, and spin their blubbery bodiesa full 360 degrees, before l landing and riding down the line of the wave.

Before I knew it I was surrounded by a dozen dolphins who were jumping, playing, and riding the waves on this solemn Sunday morning. I could have touched them, they were so close, and I swear, I could hear them laughing. They continued to swim south, riding the waves bouncing up and down, spreading their love to the few surfers that were out.

It was magical