Fridays are my favourite. At dawn we run barefoot from the surf club out to Tea Tree Bay, then swim back along the points to Main Beach. The ocean delights our little crew with her dispositions, from silky smooth to wildly tumultuous. I like it most with a good swell running so we can bodysurf home, emerging laughing from the rides and enlightened by the energy of a zillion exquisite bubbles. At the end of the day, we meet again to run through the national park and enjoy a bevvie at sunset. To the west, the sun slides behind mountains which haven’t varied in eons. A mesmerising show of colour and reflected light dances across our beloved bay - where we swam that morning. The horizon is established in oil pigment, offering structure and context, but like the patina evolving on this copper, the broader scene is ever changing.