For as long as I’ve lived I’ve loathed the beach, but when I stopped going with my family I started to understand why people enjoy it. I go often at night to enjoy all the benefits without the heat exhaustion, but I long for the days where my father would bring his impact drill to fasten our umbrella, and his giant blue rolling cart with chairs on it.
It’s hard to not be stuck in the past when you never planned for the future.
