I guess we should start saying goodbye to summer at this point. My friend Michael and I went to Fort Tilden on a day that still felt very much like it- 93 degrees, tacos, my nose got a little pink and my ears still have sand in them a week later. I wouldn't say by nature I'm a beach girl, but with a little more tutelage, I could be trained. Namely, the acquisition of a large striped umbrella, a cooler filled with boozy lemonade things, the discovery of a legitimately nonsticky sunscreen and the calendar set back to June.
There is a transcendent few minutes when you first jump into the ocean where the collective sweat and sunscreen that has melted on your skin turns slick. That's summer. When we first got into the water, Michael turned to me and said something to the effect of why did we waste so much time laying on the beach? It was my first swim in the ocean this year and it was overdue. Next year, Atlantic, you will be seeing more of me.