back again -ghostly

Back to work today. It snowed last night and it's icy out. Over the past three weeks I've spent most of my time outdoors and mostly in the ocean. Much of my ocean time was spent in the heavy pacific dodging the dredging peaks that once in a while opened up to let me fly down the face. Over the past three days I've surfed in the cold North Atlantic, a stark contrast indeed. The waves were not heavy like in Mexico but they were perfect. Long cobblestone points peeling.

Now I'm back at work sitting in the plaster walled fluorescent light box feeling like a ghost of my former self. Were we meant to live out our lives like this? To sit in a place uncomfortable and toil mindlessly so that for a few days a year we can feel the wind and the sand and the moisture that exists outside our enclosures?