That morning, the sea was calm. The waves rolled in gently, giving us time to prepare our breath and courage. With no big ambitions just boards, salty water, and two friends who agreed on one thing: to surf and to laugh. We paddled side by side, fell, then laughed again. Balance often slipped away, but our spirit never did. When a wave finally came, we rode it almost together not perfect, just a few seconds, yet more than enough. Two souls on one wave, no words needed, only smiles. Surfing taught us to listen, not to conquer. Just like friendship falling, rising, and staying together. We returned home tired but happy, carrying a simple belief: as long as there are waves, we will come back.

Together with the waves, forever. 🌊