A week ago, I had one of the wackiest of summer days. It began with an aching, baking kind of heat outside, so it was decided that when work let out, it was time to go to the beach. Soon after, I was on the sand next to the most violent waves I'd ever seen on the east coast before. And not much longer than that, I was swept up in one of those waves and pulled into the Atlantic. I was politely returned to the shore by the next wave but sucked back into the ocean again soon after.
