The sun feels like it paints his insides in warmth. Phil hasn't been outside in a week, has thought the A/C was what he needed with the heat caught in the city. Then Dan has booked a car and drove them to the sea, hot air brushing the heaviness off their hearts until the saltiness of it crinkled their eyes into smiles and let them inhale healing.
The sun paints now warmth onto their insides and the sand sends a beam of comfort right up their entire beings. Dan dimples towards the waves, eyes closed, heart up, head back.