The truth is grey May retriggered my seasonal depression just as it was finally beginning to lift. I like to pretend it isn’t real, that I’m impervious to weather, even as I struggle for speed on the treadmill, words on the page, patience with my family. May was a real sucker punch.
So I made sure to seize this sunny day. We lathered on sunscreen, put on our bathing suits, gathered the bucket of toys, dug our feet into the warm sand, and made it the first official beach day.
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