A wise man once said; ”Life is like a beach, then you die”. After that he made surfing popular and inspired almost all surf-music.
This is the time of year when every sensible person in the far north dream about going to a warm beach, drink nice drinks, and fall asleep with a book over his or her nose, slowly broiling to the famous Tizian lobster-red.
I am a bit suspicious about the whole thing. If life really was that good something would be bound to happen to you that you would not like. On the other hand, you could bet someone else would be getting really happy when you get hit with… And by the way, doesn’t the dog look terribly happy?
Regarding the wise man, I am of course talking about the original surfer dude, Duke Kahanamoku. It is said that when you are drowning in a wave you will see him. I wonder if the woman saw him when she had her close to death experience.