Friday is finally upon us. This weekend I think I'll hit up the cozy warm sand and listen to the waves as they crash into the soft beaches... Oh wait. We live in UTAH. I've lived in Utah my entire life. Land-locked, if you will. But from some strange place within my bones, I feel like I was born to be at the beach. Especially during the Spring/Summer time. I'm not big into the whole "get some sun" deal - I'm a blonde-haired-fair-skinned white child. I've never really been able to tan, I only get lobster red. So it's not even worth it. Oh, and I'm pretty sure the high-risk I have of getting skin cancer has something to do with it. I long for the soft sand in my feet, between my toes. I long for the pleasure of cooling off in the cool, salty water. I long for the melodic and tranquil sound of the crashing waves. I long for closing my eyes for 10 seconds without worrying about anything. I long for oversized sunglasses, soft towels