Summer Sun

Good morning and happy Monday! I hope everyone enjoyed themselves this weekend and did something that was either fun or utterly relaxing. I, myself, did a bit of both and all of it was outside in the glorious sun. So, last night when I woke up at 4am with skin that was on fire and a sunburn on my back, so bad that it makes it hard to simply scoop my long hair up into a ponytail, I wasn't too surprised. I knew it was coming. I could tell when showering with my loofah last night seemed a bit like rubbing my body with sandpaper.

You see, I'm not the kind to lay out and get a tan. I'm completely comfortable with the skin color I was born with. I have a big floppy hat, face cream with an SPF built in, and a strong aversion to premature wrinkles. I am, however, the kind to forget how long I've been outside swimming with my niece or just how long I've been perched on that beach towel engrossed in a vastly entertaining science fiction novel. And now my carelessness has resulted in a bit of uncomfort and I'm sure a few more freckles to go with the rest.

{freckles image via Julia Mogensen}