Two Foot Glass, Castle, Snow Capped Mountains. Literally.

It seems the power of abstract descriptive titles has left me for the moment, but the literal one's tend to do the trick pretty nicely. Except to describe the feeling of trimming along a perfectly tapered bank of flowing liquid glass on a beautiful blue skied early spring morning with just one other guy out, no one but the shadows on the beach, and the tips of the mountains in the background covered in the pristine whiteness of snow. Not to mention the gloriousness of a drive through this landscape listening to Phoenix, or that feeling of bright stillness when you step out of the van and onto the sand to check the surf.. But that besides, literal descriptions are rad.