It's a sunny Monday morning on Grand Lake no one is on the lake. The water is completely com not a soul besides you and you buddies breathing. Your friends are there with you but not a word is said its just complete silence on this majestic Monday morning. The boat is full of gas and the boards are ready to go. The whole world is at total peace and you feel as if there are only three people alive while the moon and sunlight mix and cause dawn. You just can't wait to be the first to shatter the unbroken sheet of glass that covers the lake this morning. The way warm water feels against your cold skin. Then the brisk morning air feels against your wet skin. You remember you have to be at work at nine but you don't care because right now you are free and enjoying life in nature.
             The time has come and the silence has been broken it your turn to ride. It is your luck that I get to christen the lake this morning. You take you first cut as you look down and see your reflection, only to break it by running your finger across the water. You look down and see your board that is yellow in color, as you carve the wake you watch rays of gold sun light beam through spray. As you look up to the sky you see the sun taking over the sky as the moon and the stars retreat and recuperate and get ready for the evening battle. On your first jump you feel in control, the board is responding well and it at your mercy. You take slow cuts, fast cut, hard cuts, soft cuts, still the board remains loyal, yet forgiving you and letting you slide out of your little mistakes.
             The longer you ride the more aggressive you get taking each air further and further out into the flats. The music of Sublime softly mixed with the wind and engine noise only motivates you. These sounds almost enrage you. Your heart is racing your, adrenaline is pumping, because you just pulled a huge 360. You think next time I'll grab it .The next pass through when you
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