"I can remember
one crystalline morning
when nothing seemed more beautiful than
the look,
the sound

and the
smell
of the green and white coloured Pacific.

I launched my surfboard
onto that swaying
transparency,
paddled it over the rainbow spray and the bucking waves
singing 'Shenendoah' at the top of my voice,
certain that nothing anywhere in the world could
match this joy."
Kingsmill, quoted in Huntsman.