Can we ever escape our need?

On Living: The air was warm and wet like one of those summers when the atmosphere always feels like rain.

I refused to let summer go without dipping my toes in the ocean. I didn’t worry about the weather. I didn’t plan. I only thought of the sea and the sand and the sound of the gulls in the wind. Throwing our swimsuits in our backpacks along with our books, a stack of polaroid film, our cameras, and our toothbrushes, we made the five-hour drive to Hilton H…