The return of warm weather. It felt like it was never going to come. We are back at the beach attempting to frolic in too-cold water on a beach that lost half of its area thanks to rising water levels. It is glorious in so many ways.
Sisters collaborating on an engineering project while the sun begins to cure the winter paleness from their skin. One sister drilling into the sand with all of her might, the other sculpting the sides into an engineered smoothness Jony Ive would approve of. First bathing suit lines of the year followed by first ice creams. Smiles everywhere.
One episode in. So far so good.
If you want to help me, help me by helping everyone: declare that the indiscriminate, bulk collection of private data by governments is a violation of our rights and must end. What happens to me as a person is less important than what happens to our common rights.