THE LOVE SCIENCE EXPERIMENT Some years summer seems to stick around longer than others and that's fine by me. The best thing about it wasn't hot days, but evenings that weren't very cool. So I could start my day early and without a parka. Walking two blocks east, I stopped at Franco's house, picked up my board and paddle and continued up 25th Street to the beach. I crossed a deserted Palm Blvd to the access pathway and made my way onto the sand just as the sky began its turn from grey to pink. Trekking across tide-packed sand with sandpipers skittering up and down the beach looking for breakfast I looked out at the glassy sea and the possibility of a fast time.Once school's back in session it's rare for me to have a Friday off and I planned to make the most of it. Pelicans streamed overhead in lengthy formations; the dawn patrol one local artist had called them. In knee-deep water, I dropped my board into the Atlantic and stepped on. I pushed off and paddled out through small choppy waves, my arms slowly warming to the task. By the time I'd cleared the tiny breakers the sand was gone from between my toes and I turned north toward Deewees Island for a ten mile, two hour workout.