Clamdar, Clam Tsar

Today the waves were rough and wild and close together, the kind where you have to dive under the crashing froth quickly and surface as soon as possible with no time to wipe the water from your eyes before opening them to see the next wave bearing down. First I had daddy-daughter ocean time which was just like all those summers of my youth and then I went in with Y and Pa and M and the girls all had serious little bikini big ocean syndrome but modesty seemed so petty and we had to stop caring. I was in there so long I stopped being able to talk and got all wobbly and couldn't walk straight. Pa said it made her feel high, and while I don't know what being high is really like I imagine it would be pretty similar to how I felt.