I've always loved going to the ocean and riding the waves, but as I've gotten older a curious phenomenon has taken place. The higher my age gets, the lower the temperature of the water seems to go. The last time I was at the beach, the soft murmur of the sea was "Turn up the heat, dammit!"
The story herein represents my take on the picture prompt above, and the takes of the other Friday Fictioneers are available if you click here. I'm sure you'll enjoy.
Meanwhile I'm hitting the snack bar at the beach. Which is heated.