So I had just finished chatting with a friend online who was telling me it’s been too cold for too long and DAMMIT it’s time to go somewhere warm.
We’re talking hot enough to break a sweat, maybe a beach where you dig your toes into the sand looking for a cool spot.
Of course there’d be a hammock, an iced drink with umbrella, and your skin would glisten and slowly golden under a sheer drizzle of aromatic coconut oil.
But I know her. After baking for awhile, she’d get up and start harrassing the local flora and fauna. I’d be yelling, “Leave those poor critters alone!” while she pokes the anenomes and tries to “save” various tidepool creatures when the tide is low. What a troublemaker.
In lieu of the perfect beach, we’ve agreed a more attainable short term goal is to bask in a nice hot sauna. So she’s going to the one at her gym tonight. Mine doesn’t have one so I’m eyeballing Watercourse Way in Palo Alto. I should switch gyms.
The absolute instant she signed off, I got a call from another friend I haven’t seen for possibly a decade and her first sentence is, “Want to hike the Appalachian Trail with me?”
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*Coconut lotion & tanning skin are acceptable and even required on the fantasy, figment of my imagination beach. Melanoma and wrinkles, on the other hand, are utterly verbotten.
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