Go ahead, hate me. I know, it’s January and I’m at the beach in a bikini. But it’s the payoff for sweltering hot summers, an endless influx of tourists and the worst drivers on the planet. It’s what makes me call this place home. Especially since I just heard a weather man say something about highs in the 40s elsewhere. I grew up in the frozen tundra that is the Midwest. I know all about cold. And whenever I talk to family still residing in those places and they mention temperatures in the teens, I think, “There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home.” Then I toss on a swimsuit and head to the beach to feel the sand between my toes. If I never wear the wool, fur-collar coat in my closet that I bought a decade ago and still haven’t worn, it’s all good. I’ll just keep stocking up on new bikinis for the season, like this one from Swimspot.com.
Photographed by David Marc Harris.