JOHNSON'S WALK

The ocean was almost still—a quiet, glassy afternoon, barely a wave rolling through.

That’s when I noticed him—a guy paddling his kayak, slowly making his way past the break. Ahead of him, a lone surfer cruised on one of the few waves of the day.

For a moment, the kayaker stopped paddling. He just watched. No rush, no destination—just admiration.

Two different ways of being in the ocean, but for a second, they were on the same journey.

I clicked the shutter. A quiet moment in a quiet sea.