Learning to Surf on a Sunny Morning​

Salt spray stings my cheeks as I struggle to stand on the surfboard, wobbling and falling into the cool ocean. The instructor shouts, “Bend your knees!” and after countless wipeouts, I catch a small wave, riding it shoreward with a whoop. Sand sticks to my skin, and my arms ache, but the thrill of that brief ride makes it worth it. Surfing taught me that persistence turns frustration into joy, one wave at a time.​