Life's a beach.
Imagine being a tourist in Hawaii, seeing the light at the end of a forever long pandemic tunnel, feeling the warm Spring sunshine on your face. Flying from the America’s midwest, say, or northeast. Getting tested before leaving, tested again upon arrival.
Strolling on the white sands of Waikiki with the wife and children at sunset. Daytripping to the North Shore to show them the famous Banzai Pipeline. Traveling to the most beautiful east side to show them where Jurassic Park was filmed.
Stopping by for a swim at Waimanalo Bay Beach Park and seeing the last of your children’s innocence draining away as they gaze out in abject horror, taking in a lewd bacchanal as multiple fifteen-foot Tiger Sharks feast on the carcass of a dead Humpback Whale.
No safety anywhere.
Covid still in the air, China and the U.S. saber rattling. Britain’s royal family in tatters.
The world an apocalyptic mess.
Life’s a beach, ain’t it just though.