Most weekends when the sun is out I drive to the beach. I set up my towel, put on sunscreen, and braid my hair. I lay in the heat and let the sun bite my skin. I get so pale in the winter, so I cherish the sunny days and tan skin I get in the hot months. Sweat beads on my forehead and my skin feels like it’s on fire. I get up from my sandy towel, and run as fast as I can to the water. The scorching sand feels like glass cutting into my feet, but the cool ocean water brings me relief. Usually I don’t swim because its such a hassle to have to then wash my salty hair and sticky skin. Recently though, the heat has been unbearable. On this day, I dive into the water letting the salt dry out my skin and tangle my hair. I feel the sand crabs wriggle under the sand as the water recedes. After splashing and diving for a while, I make my way back to my towel. I let the sand coat my wet feet, and I let the water sink into my refreshed skin. I sit on my towel while my soaked hair drips onto my legs. I’m relaxed and happy. Once I actually get into the water, I never seem to care about my salty hair or sticky skin; I don’t feel as dirty as I expected. The longer I lay the hotter I get, and I prepare to run to the water and do it all over again.

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