Sometimes you can get the girl to leave the beach. But I don’t think the beach will ever leave the girl.

By beach, I mean more than the white sand and blue water than is found on the Gulf Coast of Florida. There is a way of life that people who grew up at the beach or who find themselves there every weekend can attest to (back me up here, Ken). In the winter, I can forget about those fun summer days. However, it was so warm on Monday that now I can think of nothing else. It is times like this that I have no idea why I stick around this place. Yeah, I have great friends. Yeah I have a big couch that I have no idea how to get out of my apartment. So I am not going anywhere. But I think my dad called it right when he spoke up my summertime spirit.