Hand Surfing Poem by empty shell

hand surfing
up, down, left, right
cupped hand catching the breeze
scenery is all but a blur
the sun hits my face
wind flows fast over freezing knuckles
goosebumps crawl up my arm
my neck gets all tight
blue runs into my face
I grin as my... digits.... tingle
eyes closed, smile wide
as vehicles fly by
a wave throws my arm into the sky
spreading my fingers to feel every chill
then my watch turns into an anchor
the current is breaking
my arm starts to dive
the light just went from yellow
to red