E. L. Wallace

Old Lady's Purse

I love sunshine. The best days of my life have been spent at the beach. Nothing pulsed adrenaline through my veins the way a good wave could. That rush is addictive; it's an unforgettable event that brands its mark into the heaviest memories. Days on a surfboard are peacemakers, they calm the mental strife within a teenage mind. My first ride, at 14 years old, fired dormant neurons that pushed my muscles beyond their paygrade. A confidence bloomed within me; in an instant I became a legend of Neptune’s shores. Surfing forever attached my soul to mother ocean. Surfing forever attached me to her too, my love. We have been married now for 10 years, but it seemed like yesterday when she washed over my heart like a strawberry moon rising over the pines of Trent County. June was the best person I had ever met. Our connection was instant and unquestionable.