it's always good

There was a man walking the track from the beach on his way home from an early morning surf. Droplets of water free-falling to the sand with every step. I passed him by in the tunnel of trees forming the gateway between suburbia and wilderness. We made eye contact. “ how is it? “ I asked. To which he replied with a smile that pressed tiny crystal like spheres of sea water into the creases around his eyes. “its always good”.