Gulf Of Gonzo 3: Beach Disco

 

Sunk into the crystal white beach, just a hop, a skip, and a jump, over to the Emerald Coast of Florida.  Gulfweed was floating ashore from the Sargasso Sea, a region of the Altlantc Ocean framed by four currents, the only sea in the world without a land border.  The lush plants were signs of a healthy and producing ocean, don't believe the hype, the water of earth is in top condition.  The waves were cresting and crashing, looping and busting, popping and locking, then finally, gliding and sliding onto the sand.  Beach Disco.

Starts with a uh-huh, rolling in from the deep.  Then we get the boom bam after it reaches its peak.  After that it seems to sizzle, as it fizzles to your feet.  Reaches far as it can, where land and water meet.  Then that wave rides back out again, wants to rock around some more, wants to find its disco friends, left them on the ocean floor.

And each wave has a story, none the same.  They go where they go, playing their music, dancing and swaying, like a soul train.  Keep the gravity right where it is, screen out the trash idiots.  Our tunes are louder, our drinks are better, we'll sleep regardless.  Consideration is the beginning of class.