The water was choppy and colder than I was used to, but on this triple-digit day there was no debate. "It's too hot" "Right!?" He was faced-down on his towel, but the beads of sweat on his back agreed. "I'm going in." I stood up, brushed the sand from my palms and pranced my completely naked, out-of-shape … Continue reading 21
Christine Macdonald 