My favorite part, though, wasn't seeing them get up, fun as that was, but when they were paddling out to wait for another big wave. They would ride up, up, up the face of an incoming wave, but out far enough that it wasn't breaking, and with the sun coming through the water, there was a moment when they were profiled perfectly in the jade green water, like flies in amber. If I had the first idea how to capture that moment on film, I'd've spent the whole afternoon trying. Fortunately, I'm not so dedicated to photographic evidence.
Today, I'll hang out at the snorkeling beach, where, if luck, my would-be-beau won't find me.