It's Really a Story of the Weather

Brayden, at twenty five, leaves his life in Los Angeles to surf and build a lonelier existence at the edge of a jungle in Mexico – but when he meets Isla, a local girl, a love begins that might save him from the tragedy awaiting him in the ocean.

Brayden turns his back on a girl, a job, and a life. He's going deep into Mainland Mexico to test himself in some of the largest waves in the world. But once there Brayden seems to be testing more than his courage in Oaxaca, in the ocean, in the heat.

He is stunned when he gets to know Isla. She is beautiful, shipwrecked from love, unavailable. He can't get enough of her.

There is a revelation of a new life and lessons are being hard learned. He sees ideas of turning chaos to calm, doubt to faith, distraction to focus. The sun, the empty beaches, the palms, and the weather are a good home.

Everyday he is heading out into surf that could kill him and everyday he grows deeper and more wildly in love. He is rushing down the face of giant waves, battling through the wild ocean, pushing himself to his limits and wanting to go beyond. He is chasing the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. He doesn't know how to quit.

If it doesn't work, if he can't, well…

……..From the book……….

“He was a surfer. Every day was a challenge. Every day he wanted to get better. Draw cleaner lines – surf within his boundaries – surf without any…

On the horizon the ocean bumped up, a slight lump a ways out, a hardly perceptible darker swath of water and his eyes darted to it like he alone among a crowd had caught a glimpse of lightening or heard a crack of thunder.

His eyes went wide, his throat tightened. He couldn’t believe it for a fraction of a second. What is this? His body tensed and he felt a current of adrenaline run through him.

He took a deep breath and pushed his chest harder down into the board and sprinted as hard as he had ever paddled in his entire life….

“I never liked him. But what can a mother do? I could no more to help you with her than I could have gotten her to get rid of him. We live our own lives.”

Brayden moved to the edge of his chair.

“What will you do?” She asked.

He shrugged his shoulders.

“Yes. There is little. Perhaps nothing you can do. Keep living. Let the dead keep dying.”

“It’s not so easy sometimes.”

“You wouldn’t know how hard.” She said. “Ni un idea.”