The Best Ways to Soothe Your Sunburn

For anyone that’s as pale as me, going to the beach can sometimes turn into a nightmare. What starts as a fun day hanging out with friends by the water can quickly turn into a week of looking like a lobster, which is something I always dread come summer. Besides the fact that a sunburn can look super embarrassing, it can also damage your skin. The best trick I could give you to avoid the redness is to not get burnt at all (carrying around a bottle of SPF 30 is always the way to go,) but we are all guilty of neglecting our skin until it’s too late. So, if you’re like me and are constantly in denial about how easily you burn and are now regretting it, here are some tricks I’ve picked up for soothing your sunburn as soon as possible:

Whip out the aloe vera

I know this is a basic tip that (hopefully) everyone knows by now, but that’s because it’s so effective. One of the worst parts of a sunburn is feeling like you are radiating heat and an aloe vera ointment (a cooling agent) combats that. It’s important to stay as cool as possible when you have a burn without drying your skin (which could irritate it further.) Aloe vera is the best of both worlds in this case, and I would recommend always having a bottle laying around your bathroom. Alternatively, holding a cold  compress against affected areas can also be very soothing.

Take a cold shower or bath

This tip is similar to the first one, since it’s all about keeping yourself cool. The water doesn’t have to be freezing, but should be slightly colder than you’re used to in order to take the extra body heat into account. Nothing can be worse on a sunburn than continued exposure to heat, whether it comes in the form of sunlight or shower water, so try your best to switch up your regular shower routine to soothe the pain.

Take an OTC pain reliever or anti-inflammatory if pain is extreme

Although this is only really necessary in situations where the pain is unbearable, an over-the-counter pain reliever like ibuprofen can be extremely helpful in easing the pain of a bad burn. In addition to relieving pain, an anti-inflammatory can also take down some of the swelling and push the healing process of a sunburn. Do not be fooled, though; medication can only do so much, and you have to give the skin time to heal at its own pace. A sunburn is a sunburn, and there isn’t a magic pill that can change that.

Stay out of the sun!

This is perhaps the most important point I can make. You don’t have to become a hermit or anything, but if you have a bad sunburn, you should keep it out of the sun for as long as possible. More exposure to the sun could only serve to irritate the affected spots and either worsen the existing burn, or burn you in a different place. If you must go outside, wear loose, long clothing that covers the burns. In this case, your go-to of leggings and skinny jeans are a definite no.


How to Have a Rad Spring Break at Home

Hello spring breakers! That infamous season is almost here. It’s one long week of wild, crazy, totally uncensored mayhem for college students to take full advantage of.

Some of you will undoubtedly be jetting off to popular destinations like Cancun, Miami, Jamaica, or the Bahamas. But what about those of us who are going to be stuck in the middle of nowhere, passing the days in our podunk hometowns? This year, I’m one of them.

Do not despair, my fellow staycationers. There is still hope on the horizon for rad times right at home. I have taken the liberty of planning out five days worth of mind-blowingly fabulous activities to sprinkle throughout your week at home, in between Netflix binge sessions and staring into the abyss, of course. I guarantee you’ll have just as much fun as your friends in palm tree paradise and all without damaging your liver!

Day 1: Beach Trip!

beach bonfire

The best way to kick off spring break is at the beach, no matter where that beach may be. If you live on or near the coast, you can probably find one within an hour of you. I know East Coasters like me will say that the beach is too cold in March, but have a little faith and you just might have more fun than you expect. And if where you call home has no beach access short of a plane ride, well, you’ll have to improvise. Are there bodies of water near you, like a lake or a river? Don’t write it off just because you think it isn’t “beachy” enough. Even a local pond can be a beach if you use your imagination like the great prophet, Spongebob, commandeth (though you don’t have to sit in a cardboard box.) Grab a beach towel, an umbrella to stick in the “sand,” some snacks and a cool, refreshing beverage. If the spirit moves you, I suppose you can even be “that guy” and bring along an obnoxiously large stereo to provide the necessary beach jams. On the east coast it might not be quite warm enough to wear a swimsuit, so this is where the imagination comes in. Bring along a bunch of friends, build a bonfire, wrap up in some blankets and feel the imaginary salt air on your face.

Day 2: Let’s Get Crafty

painted mason jar

Picture me rubbing my hands together maniacally as I prepare to plunge you into the magical universe that lies in the heart of the world wide web: Pinterest. I believe that there are three types of people in this world: those that love Pinterest and devote far too much time to it, those that vehemently reject Pinterest and all that it stands for and those who have not yet discovered it.

I have personally spent many an hour on Pinterest, scouring DIY craft ideas, home decor and yummy recipe boards alike. This fascinating website can improve your life in the realms of organization, creativity, time management, decorative skills, and more. One DIY craft I’ve always wanted to try is painting mason jars. There are endless possibilities for these cult-favorite drinking vessels–you can even make cute little herb gardens. Just type “craft ideas” into the search bar and you will embark on a wild ride.

Day 3: Nature Walk

nature walk

It’s time to put on your hiking boots (or at least some old sneakers you don’t mind getting dirt on) and become one with nature. If you live in a town full of boy scouts like I do, there are lots of mapped out trails all over town to explore. If not, you can probably find some kind of park or wildlife refuge not far from you. If you’re from the city, a public park works just fine, too. In the middle of a long week at home, it’s nice to go explore places you never knew existed. Bring some friends with you and walk around in the trees. You might even see some birds or other animals you never noticed before.

Just make sure to be safe–tell someone where you’re going and pay attention to where you are so you don’t get lost. 

Day 4: Pillow Fort!

blanket fort

Harken back to the days of your youth for the fluffiest, coziest day yet. It’s time to build a fort the likes of which you’ve never seen. The location can vary, but in your room would probably be most courteous to other members of the house. I used to build them in the living room and sadly they all got dismantled before their time. But you’re an adult now! Not only do you have the freedom to do with your bedroom what you wish, but you also have sharper engineering skills! Gone are the days of forts caving in due to poor foundation laying. You’re gonna do it right this time.

Once you’ve assembled the ultimate pillow fort, it’s time to bring in supplies. Snacks and drinks (when was the last time you had a Capri Sun?), adult coloring books, movies and books. If you’re the type, you could sit in there all day and read an entire novel. Or just watch “Napoleon Dynamite” all the way through. You are the king of the castle: the world is yours.

Day 5: Spa Day


As Donna and Tom from “Parks and Recreation” once said: treat yo’ self. That’s right, this day is dedicated entirely to your comfort and leisure. The best part is that everything you need to make this fantasy a reality can be found right in your mother’s cabinets! You don’t even have to spend a dime. You just need a big ol’ tub, some simple household ingredients, a bathrobe, towel, and lots of bubbles.

The options for spa time are really endless, but my personal favorite is to draw a hot bath, put on some relaxing tunes, slather on a face mask and hang out in the bubbles for a while. Here’s a simple recipe for a fool-proof, soothing and moisturizing face mask:

¼ cup plain yogurt

2 tablespoons honey

1 ripe banana

All you have to do is cleanse your face, mash up that banana, mix it in with the yogurt and honey and smooth that gooey deliciousness all over your countenance. Leave it on for about ten minutes. If you want to get fancy, you can steam-open your pores before applying the mask by leaning over the tub as it fills with hot water. You can also add cooked oatmeal to the mask for more calming benefits. When you’re ready to take it off, rinse with cold water to close those pores back up! Then slip on a bathrobe and parade around in your slippers while continuing to treat yo’ self into oblivion!


The ‘Sconset Bluff Walk in Photos

As I’ve written about previously, I have a penchant for exploring how the one percent lives without having to spend any money of my own. Public pathways like the Newport Cliff Walk and the lesser-known Sconset Bluff Walk are the perfect way to do this.

Located on the island of Nantucket in the town of Siasconset, the Bluff Walk is a much more intimate experience than the Cliff Walk. Nearly unadvertised, the only official sign for the Bluff Walk is a stone post marked “Public Way.” No concrete path or tourism fanfare; just a beaten dirt path with views of the Atlantic on your right and the “quaint” summer homes of millionaires on your left.


A Day Trip to Newport

Despite being a town known for its outrageous amounts of wealth, Newport is a place that offers visitors plenty of opportunities to experience that affluence without losing their own. I went to Newport without spending a penny. Sites like the Newport Harbor, the Cliff Walk and Ocean Avenue let people take in the glorious splendor of Newport, RI from it’s Gilded Age history to its identity as an East Coast beach hot spot.

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A Day Trip to Nahant

Despite being located on the ocean, there are few places (or at least not enough for me) to get to the open water from public transport in Boston. As I studied the coastline of Boston from Google Maps I came upon Nahant, a small mass of land jutting off from Lynn. I was fascinated. In the words of Liz Lemon, “I want[ed] to go to there.”

When I told my mom I wanted to visit Nahant, she didn’t respond kindly. Instead, she quipped with an overdone Masshole accent, “Ya wanna go to Naah-hahnt?” She grew up on the South Shore, but since living in Minnesota for the past twenty something years, she has most definitely lost her accent. I had been pronouncing it Na-hant (hant as in can’t) before I had talked to my mother, so maybe getting the help of a local is not so bad after all.

Separated by a spit of land, Nahant is an island with an area of one square mile with about 3,500 people. Native Americans originally called it “Nahanten”, meaning “twins or two things united.” It was settled in 1630 by Puritans and officially incorporated as a municipality in 1853.

Houses on the edge of Nahant Beach.
Houses on the edge of Nahant Beach.

It takes less than ten minutes to drive down the main street, Nahant Road, from the mainland off to the end of the island. As soon as we entered the town, we realized the local charm was turned up to the max. All of the makings of a classic New England community can be found here: 17th century houses, American flags, historic churches and town halls.

Houses in Nahant.
Houses in Nahant.

On the outermost tip of the island is Castle Rock, an inlet that seemed like it belonged in Maine. We were all in disbelief that something like this was 25 minutes north of Boston.

Canoe Beach in Castle Rock.
Canoe Beach in Castle Rock.

Unfortunately for us (and for all tourists,) the accompanying beach is “for residents only.” Still, it was definitely worth a drive down and I would recommend a bike ride for anyone visiting.

View of Castle Rock from a park bench.
View of Castle Rock from a park bench.

One thing to note about the geography of the island is that it is very hilly. There were multiple instances where we thought we’d drive straight into the ocean.

Side street in Nahant.
Side street in Nahant.

The aptly named Marginal Road is a perfect example of this. There is nothing protecting your downward car from the depths of the ocean except for a few rocks, so reckless drivers beware. Nahant is not the place to fool around. Driving down every road, I wondered how anyone was able to make it through the past winter.

Marginal Road.
Marginal Road.

Great views of the Boston skyline and Revere Beach can be found on the southern side.

The Boston Skyline, from the Bayside Room.
The Boston Skyline, from the Bayside Room.

Local businesses are scattered around the island, but reflect the town’s sense of pride. With names like Nahant Convenience Store, Nahant Seafood, Nahant Deli, you really know where you are in this place. The most popular restaurant is Tides Bar, which sits right atop Nahant Beach. It features family style dining and reasonably priced meals with a view.

The exterior of Tides Bar.
The exterior of Tides Bar.
Inside the restaurant: views of Nahant Beach and the open ocean can be seen from here.
Inside the restaurant: views of Nahant Beach and the open ocean can be seen from here.

The only chain store on the Island is a Dunkin’ Donuts, but even that was renamed to Dunkin’ Donuts Cafe in order to keep with the quaint vibes of the town.

Not your neighborhood Dunkin'.
Not your typical neighborhood Dunkin’.

If you’re looking for a place to spend a quiet day away from the city, Nahant is the perfect mini-vacation.

Nahant Beach.
Nahant Beach.

Getting there from Boston? Car most recommended. While there were plenty of bus stops lining the main road and one could walk the entire island in three hours, getting there is the main difficulty. It is possible to get there by public transport, but it takes about an hour longer, plus multiple transfers from T to bus.

City, Opinion

The Best Beaches Around Boston

Boston summers get hot and the best way to beat the Boston summer heat is to hit the beach! There are lots of beautiful beaches close to the city and many of them are just a T ride away! I know that’s my favorite way to spend a summer day.

Revere Beach

This historic beach is a classic choice for anyone on the T. Right on Revere Beach Boulevard, you can easily access it by the blue line and multiple bus lines. There is a lot of free parking on the street next to the beach, but that can fill up by noon or so. The beach boasts two miles of sand, so there’s room even on the busiest, crowded summer days. There are lifeguards on duty for the summer.

This is one of my favorite city beaches. It’s clean, easy to get to and they have a great ice cream shop! Along the beach there are a variety of places to eat including Twist and Shake, Kelly’s Roast Beef and Bianchi’s Pizza. Make sure to stop by between July 24 and July 26 for the annual Sand Sculpting Festival, where people make really amazing things out of sand.

Crane Beach

Crane is one of the most beautiful beaches in New England. Located in Ipswich, MA, its five miles of coastline filled with tide pools, sand bars, salt marshes and dozens of types of animals. There are also more than five miles of trails on the beach and throughout the surrounding area. If you want to spend a little more time there, visit the historic Castle Hill with tours of the Great House and even a Casino complex.

Parking is $20-$25 and free after 5 p.m. You can also get there by taking the commuter rail to Ipswich and taking the Ipswich Essex Explorer. The Crane Beach Store sells food and merchandise.

Carson Beach

Carson is another great beach right in South Boston. It’s easily accessible by the red line at JFK/UMass or by multiple buses. There is also free parking. The beach has volleyball and bocce courts and even chess tables. The three-mile beach has a great view of the harbor. In addition to the sand and sea, you can visit the historic defensive fortress at Castle Island, Old Harbor and Joe Moakley Park.

Good Harbor

This beach is the one to go to if you want to enjoy the great outdoors and a little more peace and quiet than the city beaches. Good Harbor is in Gloucester, MA, about 45 minutes out of Boston. The area around the beach is pretty quiet, but they do have a concession stand for food and other beach gear. Lifeguards are on duty from Memorial Day Weekend until Labor Day, from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m., however the beach is open from 8 a.m. to 9 p.m. Good Harbor is often colder than some of the other Massachusetts beaches I’ve been to, but the water is so clear and blue. There are even waves big enough to surf, but surfboards aren’t allowed during lifeguard hours.

There is less public transportation around that area, so you’re best off driving to this one. There is a commuter rail line that goes to Gloucester, but the CATA buses don’t run often from the station to the beach. Parking is $20-$25, but if you go after 4 p.m. you can park for free.

Hampton Beach

Hampton Beach is a little farther than the rest, but definitely worth it. It’s an hour drive from Boston to the beach in New Hampshire, but there’s so much to do, you could spend the whole day there anyway. It’s very hard to get there by public transportation, so driving is the easiest option. The beach itself is beautiful, but it will get crowded. Parking is $2.00 per hour at Hampton Beach’s central parking lot.

There are lots of shops, restaurants and hotels within walking distance, so even if you’re not a fan of the beach, there’s plenty to keep you busy. They also have a sand sculpting contest running from June 18 through June 20. There are movies every Monday night, fireworks every Wednesday night and free outdoor concerts most other nights during the summer.

Globe, Opinion

Life in a Resort Town

Swifts Beach on a hot summer day, Wareham, Mass.
By Boston Public Library, Swifts Beach on a hot summer day, Wareham, Mass., under Creative Commons 2.0 Generic License.


Now that Memorial Day weekend has come and gone, summer is officially here. If you live on the East Coast, you may find yourself traveling to some summer hot spots such as Martha’s Vineyard, Newport or Atlantic City. While staying there for a week or two in the summer may be fun, living in these places is a whole different experience.

According to a government report on resorts in British Columbia, a resort town can be defined as “an area where tourism or vacationing is the primary component of the local culture and economy.” During the “on” season, resort towns are the best places to live and make a living. During the “off” season, they can be the worst.

For two years now, I’ve been fortunate enough to call myself a “seasonal resident” of Cape Cod. Cape Cod isn’t a resort town per say, but rather an entire resort peninsula. It is a 65 mile tourist haven with 77 beaches and hundreds of local businesses whose population in the summer surges from the permanent 200,000 to the seasonal 500,000.

The town I stay in during the summer can be classified as a resort town. Streets aren’t lined with a variety of local businesses but can instead be summed up in two industries: hospitality and food. Because of this, resort towns are a hotbed of job activity. I remember frantically applying for any job I could find last year in late June, and getting about ten interviews in a week.

“Lazy summer days” is a term that does not apply here. On the Cape, there is always something to do; whether it’s mini-golfing, sailing, shopping, dining or just beaching it, you get the sense that everyone is go-go-going all the time. The only time anything stops is when it rains; rainy days aren’t just considered a pity here, but can be called an economic loss for many businesses.

Summer holidays that usually bring people together, such as the Fourth of July, are the worst days of the working year for resort towns. If you’ve ever wondered what a highway would look like if it were transformed to a parking lot, try driving down Route 28 during any time of the day on July 4th. The few local grocery stores’ stock of hot dogs and hamburgers are wiped out at least three days prior to the holiday. This is true for all major summer resort towns. If you’ve ever wondered how nice would it be to spend the Fourth in [insert summer resort town destination here.] It’s not. If you’ve ever wondered about trying this, don’t worry, you’re actually saving yourself a lot of trouble by not going.

You will know a Cape Cod local if you ever meet one. They are extremely proud of the Cape, but also extremely over it. If you mention an attraction, they have most definitely been there and still don’t get what the hype is. And yes, despite it being their main source of income, they absolutely despise tourists. Yet, no one loves the Cape like the locals do. They stay here, year in and year out, through snow, hurricanes, slow economic times and boredom.

While tourists are the very reason Cape Cod survives in the summer, they are also the bane of its existence. They are the cause of ruin for everything: the clogged roads, the eroding dunes, the strewn litter everywhere. Even if they’re not, they are. Working in the restaurant industry, I can tell you some of the worst encounters I’ve had have been with tourists using the mentality that you can treat people terribly because you’ll never see them again.

(While we’re on that note: Why do people think it’s acceptable to be rude to people just because they know they’ll never see them again? First off, you don’t know that for certain, secondly it’s never ok to be rude.)

But there are benefits to living here.

I’ve known people who make their year’s worth of living in four months, leaving them three seasons to spend recuperating. The job opportunities created by tourism allow a variety of people to make money: international citizens, locals and college students like me. And, most importantly, when I need to sweat and commiserate after my summer job, I don’t do it at my house: I can do it at the beach down my street.


Ideal Beach Weather

Whether rocky, sandy or jagged coastline, beaches are always an ideal spot for summer downtime. Even the landlocked states vacation on coastlines to experience the wonderful climate of the sea. Unless, a storm is rocking against the shore, beaches usually have the ideal weather.

Popponesset Beach, Cape Cod, June 21, 2014
Popponesset Beach, Cape Cod, June 21, 2014

So, you were thinking about having a beach day tomorrow and you want to check the weather to make sure it will be a nice day. You turn on the TV or look at the map online and get confused because the meteorologist is talking about air pressure. What the heck does pressure have to do with weather? Well…

Air converges at low pressure. When air converges at the surface, it causes air to rise. As the air rises it cools and condenses. As condensation occurs, water droplets attach to hydroscopic particles inside the forming clouds. Water droplets become ice crystals high in the atmosphere. Unless the air near the surface is below freezing, they melt as they fall. Therefore, low pressure areas often forecast precipitation. This is not what you want on your beach day. High pressure generally has warmer temperature and clear skies.

So, if you see a big upper-case L hovering over your location, you might want to stay indoors. Just be warned, if you see a big H, because ultraviolet rays from the sun heat the earth, and with clear skies that come with high pressure, the sand and your skin can get very hot.

A hot day at the beach can be relieved by a slight breeze that comes off the water. A seabreeze occurs when warm air and relatively calm wind meet. During the day, the sun heats the land through conduction. The air above the land warms in a process called convection. As the air warms and expands, this causes lower pressure than the cooler, denser air over the water. The lower pressure causes the air to rise and the air over the water flows towards the land. This creates a seabreeze with winds coming from the water.

Oh, how refreshing a seabreeze can be on a hot day! The sun’s rays may be hitting you, but the breeze keeps you from being uncomfortable. Just be careful, because even if you aren’t sweating, repeated exposure to direct rays can damage skin. But nobody thinks about skin cancer or eventual wrinkles while at the beach!

At night, the opposite effect occurs, with a breeze flowing to the sea. Because the land has not been heated, the water then is warmer. High pressure forms over the cooler air over the land and flows out towards the water. This wind flow is called a landbreeze. At night, the water may be warmer than the land, but the afternoon seabreeze is the ideal condition for a hot beach day.

However, too much wind can be disruptive. In the aftermath of Hurricane Arthur, beaches along Cape Cod, Massachusetts saw extreme seabreezes and especially cold water. Although the breezes cooled the summer sun’s heat, you could stay in the sand long without your hat flying off or your chair blowing away! Be sure to choose a calm wind day when planning your trip.

While you are enjoying the rays on the sand, you also might fancy a dip in the water. Weather also affects what the waves will be like once you’re in there. The sea is the area where waves are generated by the wind. Height of the wave depends on wind speed, wind duration, water depth, and fetch, the distance the wave generation exits. The longer, faster and the farther the distance, the larger the waves will be. Once the waves have moved away from the generation area, they become swells. Because swells are rounder and smoother, they are ideal for surfing. Swells used for surfing usually form along reefs, like in Hawaii, where the waves are large and break off-shore. Flat beaches, where the waves break where you stand on-shore, are usually deep as you go outward.

Depending on if you go into the water, and what you like to do in the water, the wind can decide how your beach day will turn out.  Regardless, wind and breezes will augment your magazine as you fan yourself on the sand. Clear skies, calm wind, warm land, cooler water, a slight seabreeze and sufficient swells can produce a picture perfect beach day. Of course, this ideal weather all starts with just the right temperature and pressure.


Californication: Los Angeles

The idea of flying has never perturbed me in the slightest. I’d like to believe it’s the type of mindset you carry onto your first airplane ride that will shape your future, or lack thereof, flight experiences. I can observe the world from a wider vantage point and, in a matter of speaking, find power as an artist and writer through it. Turbulence does not bother me as long as I’m not flying out of my seat and frantically snatching the closest oxygen mask. The couple sitting next to me are napping soundly; the woman’s head is wedged in between the seat and her boyfriend’s hunched over back.

I find it to be adorable but opt not to take a photo capturing the precious moment in time. It is my first time in California and to say I am excited is a bold understatement. My elatedness seeps out through my refusal to sleep or even sit back in my seat for a brief nap, consistently pushing up the window shade to admire the ever changing American landscape below and updating the plane’s exact coordinates on the interface in front of me every ten minutes to answer the never ending same question, “Are we there yet?” As we soar into the southwest, the cabin temperature noticeably increases. I’m close, so close, and within an hour the gentle thumps of a landing done right makes me jolt upright in my seat, alert and ready to shed off an unneeded extra layer of clothing.

My sweetheart in bearded armor, Nathan, greets me at the arrival gate with a coy smile and a bouquet of flowers that a sprite, Asian florist assembled and swore on her ancestors that I would love; she was right. The day I took off from Boston the weather was dreary, as it had been for the past several days: overcast skies with frigid rain showers sprinkled in throughout the day. Enough of that kind of weather erodes the soul. I am thrust into splendid sunlight and dry heat. Palm trees lining the side of expressways and boulevards blot out the sun in rapid succession.

I’ve never seen so many in such close proximity to one another. I’ve witnessed my fair share of palm trees throughout my years vacationing in Florida and the southern states, but not at this multitude. “Today is just a bad day, I guess,” Nathan says, referring to the thick smog hanging over the city. Is it? This is exactly how I imagined Los Angeles to look like, smog in the air and broken dreams littering the star-speckled sidewalks.

I get a better view of the city from the Griffith Observatory atop the Hollywood Hills. Slightly to the north, the white Hollywood sign stands out against the brown backdrop of the hills that separate Hollywood from the San Fernando valley (or just “The Valley” as the locals affectionately refer to it). My vision clouds slightly and I cannot help but to envision my inner five-year-old gazing at the iconic sign slack-jawed and stomping her feet in place, roaring with triumph that she made it to the Hollywood sign. I made it.

The city sprawls out for miles. It’s just so massive that my eyes strain to make out the expanse of concrete jungle that stretches to the horizon. Of course, I indulged myself in a double double and animal style fries at In N’ Out while being lectured on the existence of God by a German filmmaker sitting next to me. I experienced the eclectic atmosphere that is Venice Beach and almost caved into snagging myself a knock off medical marijuana card. I rode the Santa Monica ferris wheel at sunset and I did not feel the need to speak.

It was quiet up there, the bustle of the pier was muted and I watched on silently as the orange sun slowly dipped beyond the mountains to the west. The waves on either side of the pier broke and gently grazed the shoreline. This was the definition of serenity. Nathan’s hand rested over mine and his lips brushed against my temple. We exchanged knowing looks, all that had to be said was screamed in the blissful silence. Everything that I held at the highest beauty was all around me and within arms reach.