Floating on the surfboard, my legs dragging through the waves, and the cool water feels good on bare legs. Not just cold, it brings life back, where there is none. I stand, my stance wobbly at first, but my body remembers. The wood feels solid beneath my feet, the only solid thing in my lifeContinue reading “https://fivedotoh.com/2022/03/13/fowc-with-fandango-float/”