Sunny day blues

I'm one of the few in this well-beached part of the country who does not like baking in the sun. Never have, never will. Growing up, the sun was a mortal enemy - except during the damp, dank monsoons of June-July. And even here, under the gentler northern sun I still don't like being hot and sweaty and shading my eyes - sunglassed and all - from the glare bouncing off the languid Sound lapping contentedly at the edges of our golden town beach. Sunscreen just makes me feel even stickier although I dutifully slap it on. And I worry about my kids who could play at the beach all day if I allowed it, regardless of the blazing sun and the humidity. Oh well, since I am supposed to love it, I suppose I must "enjoy" the beach. Oh I know, boo-hoo you're thinking. But still, we bourgeoisie are allowed to crib too.