Liquid Gold

I remember the morning clearly.

As we paddled out, just the two of us, we paddled further than every other surfer. A morning like this was as if the universe had stood still.

The sun was emerging from below the horizon and colours of orange and yellow were spilling onto the surface of the sea. The water was still and soft, with just tiny movements of flow as my board broke the surface, reminding me that in fact I was still alive and not dreaming.

He turned to me and he smiled, wisdom in the creases of his older eyes. He spoke softly and he said

'This is liquid gold'