I was “Hannah, you can call me Nyx” but upon my return from Mexico I have been dubbed “Tannah” until further notice. Have no fear Boston shall suck every drop of Melanin from my skin like a thirsty vampire. Oh Boston such a cunning city, lock us inside and take away our memories of what the sky looks like.
Boston Sky (actual image)
I had a good number of adventures south of the border. I met James Bond, went swimming in a cave, read seven whole books, saw a thunderstorm over the ocean (breathtaking), and went on a cruise the week before. Yeah, in terms of summer vacations this was right up there.
I have to say my love of lazing around may border on obsession, ask me what I’ve done in a given day and the activities I list may take an hour total to complete. However, lazing around on a beach or by a pool is somehow different. There’s a breeze that you just can’t get anywhere else and an openness that crushes you into such a tiny dot that you can’t help but start to place yourself in the grand scheme.
But truly I’m not a beach person. I spent the majority of my childhood attempting to enjoy the beach like everyone else and feeling oddly empty about it. However, I have my own way of enjoying the beach. Sand castles are boring, unless you’re an amazing sand artist who can make something like this:
With Legos, easy. Sand, not so much.
So instead you can either try to be content with dinky sand piles
or you can create giant canal systems that fill up holes you’ve created for the moats of your nonexistent castle (less interesting to make) PRAIRIE SAND KINGDOM DEFENDED BY MOAT!
The ocean itself has no appeal to me. I have been pulled under too many times, I have tasted that water and I don’t want to go back. I know what happens in the waters at the beach and that should enter no mouth. I guess I’m being really negative on beaches which is odd because as much as I don’t physically enjoy having sand everywhere (discovery of sand in mouth yaaaaaayyy----) I really think they’re beautiful. I guess it’s just beaches at night that I love. The sticky feeling goes away and just leaves a cool openness where the mind can wander.
Fun fact #1 about “Tannah”: I’m afraid of the dark.
But the last night in Mexico I knew I had to see stars. I went camping in New Mexico one time and since then I’ve had a hunger for stars suburbia can’t hope to quench, much less good old Boston. So stars are worth walking in the dark.
Okay I lied, stars are worth walking into the dark the same way one gets into a hot bathtub. Slowly slide a toe in, pull it out, try again, nope, try, nope, try hmm maybe this isn’t so bad, nope. Until finally you’re sitting by the water with your neck at an angle it really doesn’t want to be at.
So this is me, on the beach, hating the sand, loving the stars.
I leave with a fitting song.
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