What a difference a day makes.
At the beach by 9:30am.
Gorgeous day…reveling in the blue sky and turquoise ocean.
Read a book and relaxed.
Watched with delight the crazy current and unique waves formations.
The birds and waves were much more interesting than the extremely unattractive guys who thought they were all Tom Brady and yet, curiously, could not throw a spiral and all the thong swimsuits on the misguided women who thought they were Giselle.
Besides the pageantry, life was perfection and gloriously free of political discussion.
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