One of my favorite things of all time – my whole life as long as I can remember – is laying in the sun. Since I was adopted, I’ll never know how much of my melanoma was caused by genetics and how much by that big yellow ball in the sky, not that it really matters.
Today, the boys were outside playing in the little pool next door with the neighbor kids. We had a tent thing set up to keep the sun to a minimum and keep the adults in the shade. I, of course, was slathered up with sunscreen and had a hat on.
At one point, I flopped backward on the beach towel I was sitting on and closed my eyes.
I was pretending to be laying in the sun.
How ridiculous is that?
For that brief moment in time, I was fully relaxed, imagining a life before melanoma.
I opened my eyes to the green of the tent instead of the blinding blue of the sky and sun.
I came inside, still pale.