Summer would be a great time to be jobless, due to the extreme proximity of some of the most gorgeous beaches I have ever seen in my life. But a jaunt to the beach is lovely any time of year, even in the dead of winter (winter, of course, being a relative term…)
I never realize how windy it is until I’m on the island, and my camera and I were nearly blown away today. The beach was a haze of blowing sand as fine as sugar. In just a few months, that same sand will be baked by the sun until it’s a danger to incautious toes. I can’t wait.
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