Fuck the rain.

I know it's cliche to complain about the rain in Northern California. I know we need it. But, my god, will it ever end? I want to love the rain, but for me, rain is only loveable when it comes a couple times a week, not for weeks on end. I guess I suffer from seasonal affect disorder. Who doesn't, right? My mood drops in January. My relationships feel strained. My productivity level flatlines. I surf less. I gain weight. I feel cold all the time. It's my least favorite time of year. Unfortunately sometimes it taints fall as well... I begin to fear what I know is inevitably ahead.
So complaining aside. Things are ok. K and I surfed almost two weeks ago. It was a fabulous, pre storm session. Perfect offshores, cold rain and a small window of tide agreement. I caught a wave that was arguably one of the best I've caught in my surfing life yet. A head high, long, peeling right with perfect form.
I've been shooting a bit of stuff I like lately. Work is steady. I feel as inspired as I can hope to be with the current gray color pallette. I'm learning Spanish. Life lingers on.
Despite the rain.