"Hearst Magazines and Yahoo may earn commission or revenue on some items through these links." The glimmering surface of the water. The smell of sunscreen. An invitation to sit, not do only be. These ...

As soon as the weather is nice, there is little to nothing that can stop me from enjoying it. I’ll sit on a curb. I’ll rot away on the steaming concrete. Don’t care. Must get sun. If, however, we’re ...