The salt of the ocean alway seems to be the first scent to breeze through the air above all else when you first arrive at the beach. Underneath, almost like whispery undertones, is the smell of suntan lotion — one part chemical, one part coconut — drifting almost unnoticed through the haze of other scents. The aroma of food from vendors and restaurants and grill-toting beach-goers permeates the air almost immediately, mixing these scents together in a way that should be unpleasant, but instead reminds me vaguely of home. Miami is the same in a way. Always along the edges of the scents of foods and lathered up tourists hoping to avoid sunburn is the musk of the ocean, as present as ever in every aspect of life in Miami.
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The blinding glare of the sun beating down on bleached sand or sidewalk concrete visually prepares your body to feel the heat of the day. The warm press of powdery grains against your feet and fingers, the heat of cement on the soles of your shoes, both are indicators of where the sun decided to shine. Sometimes I can tell if the water is going to be warm just by looking at the chop of the waves and whether the shallow parts have taken a darker blue ting, rather than the usual greenish turquoise. A rainbow of umbrellas and beach chairs dot across the sand endlessly, much like the vibrant patterns of guayabera and bolero hats along the streets of