Only later did I realize my sunglasses would leave their mark.
Sun has this nasty habit of getting under my skin (literally). I’ve talked to it before. “Sun, it’s time you grew out of this. I’ve been patient, but if you do it one more time, I’ll tell your father!”
But nope. Sun, being his adolescent self, enjoys playing the pyro with my skin.
I came home and caught sight of myself in the mirror after lunch.
I took off my sunglasses.
I looked like a mime. Or a clown. I certainly had big white circles where my eyes should’ve been ... plus a bright red nose.
And now my clown nose is peeling off (gross, huh?). Remind me next time — I need a dab of sunscreen on bike ride days. Even ones that start out at refrigerator temperatures.
Friday editor / still loved the bike ride