Behold all of this glorious sunshine. And then also behold how I am compelled
to seek refuge in the extremely limited amount of shade on offer on the beach
because I daren't relax in a more exposed spot for fear of turning bright
salmon pink as it sears my skin.
That’s the reality of my skin type. Just ten minutes of direct sunlight can be the difference between a nice day and a painful, lobster-red disaster. So, while my friends are splashing in the waves, I’m performing a tactical shuffle, chasing the migrating shadow of a beach umbrella like it’s my job.
Meaning that, while I may look like I’m playing an elaborate game of tag with the tide, I prefer to think of myself as a shade connoisseur.
Burn me once, shame on the sun. Burn me twice? I'm bringing my own umbrella.
