Sun & Sand
I know this Is an unpopular opinion, but someone has to say it: I do not like the beach. Every summer, people start talking about "beach days" as if they've discovered eternal happiness. They'll post photos of crystal-blue water and write captions like *"Paradise found."* Meanwhile, I'm wondering if we visited the same place. First of all, the sand. Nobody warns you that sand is apparently a sentient life form whose sole purpose is to attach itself to everything you own. It's in your shoes. It's in your towel. It's in your car. It's in your lunch. Three months later, you'll find a handful of it in a jacket pocket and wonder if the beach has been slowly following you home. Then there's the sunblock situation. The process begins with carefully applying sunscreen to protect your skin. Five minutes later, sweat carries it directly into your eyes, where it transforms into a chemical weapon. Now you're stumbling toward the ocean h...