Mercury rises because nothings as hott as a resort getaway. I spent the last week in west palm beach surfing and sunning. From drinking daiquiris and reading the New York Times inside the cabana, to the crashing of the salty waves upon my long board, I felt at home and at peace. Coming straight from New York City, it was a nice change of pace and scenery. To wake up to a long run on the beach instead of a meeting a Starbucks or a photo shoot was so refreshing. In fact, I didn't consume coffee the whole time I was there, and ate fresh mango in a baby blue bathing suit inside the oceanfront cabana. Sleeping in fresh white resort sheets under a bamboo canopy every night wasn't half bad either.