The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

No, I have not become so wonderfully unhinged that my mind is operating at least two full seasons early, rather, I have become frantically panicked at the lovely but daunting and stressful prospect of relaxing by some body of water, either superficial or natural, in a bathing suit. While there are few things I love more than the beach, the tranquil repetition of white noise waves pounding the surf, waxing and waning in a beautifully cyclic perpetual motion, perfect for dosing and dreaming and reading, my recent travel and general tense lifestyle, both of which foster wine-guzzling and chocolate-consuming and other such debauched habits, has paid a heavy toll on my hips and thighs. Off to the gym!

(image taken from EHB)