Facing North (West); Rising East

I felt the warmth of the sun awaken my skin.  Even with the blinding reflections off the water, my eyes opened wider as if I was breathing through them.  I stood taller on the board, rooting my feet in the surface's grooves.  

What's in a Name?

Have you ever wanted to say something, or find a word, that was on the tip of your tongue?  That's how I see her eyes; she almost remembers - the familiarity is on the edge of her brain.