a place in the sun

Every year I say the same thing.  I am going to be careful about the sun.

And every year the same thing happens.  

I forget my self-promise on the first nice, sunny, summer's day that comes along. Just a little color to wash away the pallor of the past 8 months, I think.

Today is that day. 86 degrees and a cloudless sky.  My plan is to sit outside, read today's paper and some of The Nest (which I'm really enjoying), and be back within an hour and a half. 

So I go to my little place in the sun. 

I don't want to travel the few blocks to Central Park, so I settle on an urban park (I guess you can call it that) a block away.

The bench I want to sit on is too hot. So my newspaper becomes my blanket. 

The sand is there, though less plentiful. 

And the soothing sounds of the ocean are replaced by city traffic.

When you live in the city, you don't get something as nice as M's backyard.











 So I settle for what is convenient.



I'm home in 20 minutes.  My dermatologist would be pleased.