Man, I’ve chased waves that felt like the whole sky was falling in, you know? There was this one night, the moon was a perfect silver coin, and the swell was so tall it looked like it could swallow the horizon. I rode it until the sun popped over the water, painting the sea gold, and I swear the whole ocean was watching. It was wild. If you ever get a chance to sketch that, grab a pad, let the colors flow—just let the waves tell the story.