At noon, a 7 ft shadow had past under Jordan. But in the dim of the evening, he came back out with Zack and me. The water was clear and the surf not too steep. Schools matted around our boards, aerosoling the smell of fish in the air. As light faded, I tried to focus on the dark sets of surf as they came. But in my mind, images of what Jordan had seen during the day, distracted me.
Chris Webb
