Everywhere's a Beach

One sunny and clear day has collided into another. I can’t recall the last time it was a dark or stormy night.

Almost nothing but sand as far as the eye can see as I stand here in what used to be a forest. Well… that was about five billion years back, so they might have had some shade then. I can’t quite call where I am a beach, though there’s a small lake at my feet. I suppose even the shore of an oasis could be considered a beach.

“You’re mad! Leave while you still can!”

Despite the warnings and protests, I just couldn’t be anywhere else. Someone had to remain behind as witness.

I spread out the blanket on the… sure, we’ll call it a beach anyway… and turned on the sunscreen.

Any time now, the Red Giant known as Sol would either devour Earth or leave it a frozen shell, and I’d be damned if I’d miss it.

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