Beams of light explode over the soft sand, i can feel the warmth on my face as i sit on the beach, sinking softly into natures warm bed. The light seems to turn everything it touches into a glowing ball of light, as if god himself is smiling down at the dawn of a new day. The beach is deserted apart from a few seagulls that seem to share this enlightened appreciation. I grab my board and walk slowly towards the sand, my feet sinking into the grains, feeling the consistency change as the water laps at my ankles. My wetsuit keeps me surprisingly warm as the cold water rises slowly, and i close my eyes, holding my board under one arm. I smell the salt, the fresh air, this is what beauty is. I wander in, losing myself in this new environment. I duck quickly underwater wetting my hair and face, floating weightlessly in the water for a second, before rising, feeling fresh as i grab my floating board and straddle it. Leaning forward, i can seeing fish scatter as the first wave washes over me like a tilde wave of emotions and stress, i wipe the slate clean, i am the tabula rasa and this is a new day.