The day when ...

smiles were wore like badges on every beach-goers:

1. Fathers no longer have to run to fly kites for their children to see. Children no longer need to think that kite-flying is only Daddy's silly little lie. Kites do fly. At least they did today.
2. Bladers, cyclists & joggers had something to smile about too. Besides getting a nice tan at the end of the day, the breezy weather helped to keep the heat away as they sweat it out.
3. Surf addicts, on the verge of putting on their riot gears, were pacified by the breezy condition. No more wind-less days. They too put on smiles as they received their adrenaline fix.
   
   YES! The monsoon is back! Gusty winds & white caps--the cause for celebration!
   
   Today was the day when I've experienced the most number of spin-outs, the most number of gust-hits, the longest runs, the most exhilarating sensation of planing. It felt good to enjoy the speed on a shortboard. No more crazy knee jerky chops on the mistral. Instead, in response to the chops were breath-stopping air-time. But the best part must be the witnessing of sick gybes that the veterans delivered out at sea. I could only drool @ the sight of it and yearned for the day when i carved a slick gybe myself. I was too fed-up with falling each time i tried to gybe on the shortboard that i had to settle for tacks. Tacks were not as simple like on a mistral. The slim little shortboard required crazy-ass snap tacks. And yes, if i was lucky i escaped from the clutches of the waves. If not, i would be swimming.
   
   Anyhow, though i may be the only guy doing the tacks out at sea, i enjoyed myself nonetheless. I just like the way the board drives through the waves, cutting through the sheets of water, leaving a stream of white trail behind me. The howling of the wind and the whistling of the skeg sounded like "Thursday" playing their heart out. I like the view of the sail against the backdrop of the sea, sun and ships. Everytime i plane, it felt like i was really living a life. I felt existence. I was real again. Melodrama? Nope. Heartfelt words. The rushing of the board, the power on the sail, the magnificient view of others dashing out to sea on their rides dissolves all your worries and troubles away; washed out behind the white trails.
   
   Perhaps i have signed my life to this obsession. Whatever it is i hope this contract last a life time.
   Hail the MonSoon!!