It's a chilly 54 degrees.
The guys don their wetsuits, taboggens on, jackets in hand.
Surf's up on this foggy Saturday morning.
Only the dedicated surf the pass with water this cold...
I stand in Pjs, both hands warming around the coffee cup.
The eldest boy slurps up cereal from a giant bowl he calls 'Jethro'.
The rest are in bed.
"Why aren't you going?"
"Too cold for me."
He says it in his matter-of-fact way ,
one eyebrow cocked,
like I'm the child.
Like I need 'explaining to'.
Like he's the only smart one right now.
He grins at me.
I grin right back, knowing he is.
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