This picture reminds me of driving though the primeval silence of pre dawn in Sumbawa, on the way to Periscopes, driving down a dirt track with just the lights of the boys on their scooters bouncing around like fireflies in a soft breeze in the distance to guide me through the palm groves.
We paddled out through the mercury sea in near darkness to watch the sun erupt from the palm fronds and mountains in a blaze of red; to two dudes allready sitting on the peak; to snag an early few glassy ones, and then to get in a battle royal with some bodyboarders before the ridiculously early onshores kicked in.
Truth be told, the drive, and the images this picture represent were the best bits. Cliche as it is, often the journey is better than the destination. It's not so much the memory but the sensation, and the feeling of complete freedom that lingers.
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