The Sun Wins Again

If I look back at all the battles I’ve had with the sun, I’m almost positive that my winning percentage is .000.

In the land of four seasons, attempting to tan is an all-out struggle – well, for us fair-skinned types that turn to ghosts in the winter and get ridiculously bad tan lines in the summer.

Luckily, there are a lot of people with pasty white skin during the winter months. It’s always great when someone goes to a tropical paradise for a couple of weeks during the winter and then comes back with a crazy tan. You’d be amazed at how much more pronounced a tan looks when contrasted with the often snowy background. It’s quite humorous, actually.

One constant throughout the summer is my burnt nose. No matter what steps I take to prevent it, I always end up looking like Rudolph. Oh, and I can’t forgot about the racoon tan around my eyes (from wearing sunglasses) and the tan gradient on my arms (t-shirt tan line, cycling shirt tan line, and so forth).

However, nothing quite compares to my brother’s tree planting tan. All one can really say about it is, “Wow.”