I woke up late at night. The ember of my fire glowing in the darkness.

The sounds of thrashing and thunder rolled all around me.

It made sense that it was storming. A calm hot day met that a storm was building.

I couldn't sleep now it was like this.

A crazy rush came over me. I quietly got out of bet, my feet brushing along the wooden floor.

I stepped out into the moon light and walked down the beach.

The ocean was violent and thrashing like a caged animal. The Seafoam lapped at my toes and water vapour left streams of water on my face.

I sat and watched the oceans waves hypnotically spiralling and then crashing down over itself. The oceans was destructive to not only other but itself. It made me thing of how people can be like that.

Tearing down other just as harshly as they tear down themselves.

A small thing caught my eye.

I saw the figure of a person surfing in this storm.

"What the hecking heck??" I said aloud. I followed them with my eyes.

They moonlight glinting off their skin as the curved over the oceans furious curls.

I stood up and followed this person along the beach. I was intrigued by their bravery to surf in the storm.

They must have seen me too because they turned in and began to paddle back to the beach.

They stood up and carried their board up toward me.

I stood there in awe.

"Why are you surfing in a storm?" I asked.

The person smiled and then walked away, back towards the sea.

I didn't know who this person was but they inspired me. I had a new task for this time. I was gonna learn to surf.