Surfs Up (Deerfield Beach, FL)

Board-shorts and sun-bleached hair…

I noticed every time I see amazing dancers pop-lock n’ drop it or Bachata, I always think “man I need to learn how to dance”. Surfing is also one of those things.

It's also strange that being a bonafide Floridian, I don’t care for the beach. Something about tracking sand into every single crevice of my car and my shorts turns me off. Still, there’s something so simply beautiful about patiently paddling and dropping into that perfect wave. I need to get out there again.