Greener Grass

There is a strange phenomenon that often afflicts me, and perhaps as I describe it you may recognize it too. I think of it as "The Grass is Greener" to use a common metaphor.

What I mean is that I often feel as though the waves are breaking better just a little south, or just a little north, or sometimes, both south and north of my exact position.

A little ways south I see one guy after another take off and ride a good one. Then, after a long wait, it looks like something’s headed my way; but, no, it fades. I turn to the north at the sound of a breaking wave, just in time to see someone else make the drop and start cruising.

Funny thing is, when I head south, or when I head north, it’s almost as if a "cone of silence" follows me. As soon as I get there, the waves start breaking right on the spot I just left!

Oh, well, with a great sport like this what am I complaining about?