The Stoke Factor

Shivering cold while mumblings of sparseness are sent in. A change is coming. I watch the feathering mist blow hard off the wind... an offshore wind. The wavelength runs deep today and the escaping water from shore is pummeled into foam. There's an eerie fog and thunder. I'm small as is everything in their presence, but I paddle like a giant, then stand like one. I've been told so. I know so as I'm thrust down its vertical surface. I am speed, motion, grace and stoked!