The smell of the wetsuit brings it back –
the cold early mornings,
the sunsets watched from the water
shivering in a carpark as it grew dark
and bundling wet things into plastic bags.
The smell of wetsuit lingers
on my skin longer after it’s peeled away
and all that’s left are aching muscles.
It brings back the memory
of water swirls around my feet
sails raised up into the wind
as we push our boards into the sea.