Sandy Escapades

It's getting to be beach time. I live for beach time. At this temperature post-summer, I'm bundling up and shutting windows. But now? Now it's skimpy clothes, and cross-ventilation as I relish the ebbing of those gruesome winter months. And I go to the beach.  Because campus is one mile away.  From the beach.  Love it.

But I'm still in school and locked to a great books curriculum. So I took some great books.
At first only a few Chicagoans were on the same page concerning the beach. I had one friend join me early on.

We were the hard-core beach goers who stayed all day. Us and a seagull or two.

Okay there were a lot of seagulls.

But then others caught on.

Some brave souls even decided to swim.

Well. One really eager (and presumably really cold) little girl anyway. Although a few other adventuring kids ran around sans shirt.

But I guess if I decided to lug heavy pieces of driftwood from one side of the beach to the other for no reason at all... I'd be pretty warm myself.

The kids were pretty much the least of all concerned with the fact that April in Chicago doesn't really mean summer clothes. Or no clothes...

But you know? Sometimes you do have to act like it's summer even when it's not. Because if you don't? And you have a skin disease where your eyelids are devoid of pigment? And you decide to lay on the beach all day long?

Well. Let's just say sometimes being cooped up in winter has its advantages.

Comments

[Cassie]

It looks kinda weirdly like eyeshadow, Christin. Hope it doesn't hurt too much...

[Christin Smith]

Yeah I get the make-up question all the time. If it's not burnt it just looks like white eyeshadow. Luckily I can sacrifice my health for a color change every once in a while...

[manilenio]

Yay beach! Anyway hello, I stumbled on your blog by searching for beaches in Google :) Have you been to Boracay or any beach in the Philippines?