Heart aching, ocean on my mind. It’s the time of year when I can’t stop that summertime lovin’, when I have forgotten any time that I did not surf every day. Something about the sparkle on the wave that makes me melt and anytime I am not with that sunshine, I can’t stop thinking about being there.
Its my name: Marisa means "of the sea". I suppose it is suiting. I have always loved reading old diaries of distant lives. Here you can read my ongoing story, a log of riding a log (if you will) with musings, tales, poetry, jargon, secrets, cliches, whatnots and other pieces of my day. So next time you are stuck indoors, pull up a warm chair and read about the simple happenings of my life in the Pacific Ocean.
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June 3, 2012
Crushin’ on Summertime
