Red
The night paled away into insignificance and reluctantly gave way to the first faint feints of deepening dawn. We had walked out underneath the stars as usual, to claim the first waves of the day. Out in front, wheeling his steady progress through the night sky, was Orion, him that fella of the big bow shooting action, forever and all eternity aiming his arrow at faraway Sirius, bright and distinct against the cold black velvet of the winter night. Off to the other side, reliable as always, proudly heralding and overseeing the dawning of the new day, Venus. Always in the same spot, always the brightest in the sky, always the last to wink out when finally swamped and overtaken by the steady advance of the blue sky, melting away before the heat of the daytime sun. Waves had been plentiful and enjoyable in the solitude of the pre-dawn, when all other sane and reasonably-minded people were holed up in their sleeping cocoons. The water was breaking in a perfect way right there...