Summer is here!!
This is, by a million tanned miles, my favourite season. The sun peals all excess layers from me; they curl away like old wallpaper to leave the original colour behind, still fresh and slightly wet, as if just painted. The skin under my skin is blue and if you press against it closely you can smell the sea.
How can I describe summer?
Summer is freckles across my nose. It is watching my skin paint itself in the tribal markings of sunlight; a bikini of paleness against stark bronze. The only measure of time is seeing the contrast between colours grow deeper. It is long minutes of laughter, and the softest, dreamiest naps. It is taking walks with the mutts and the sunsets. It is watching sunrises by reservoirs. It is the taste of chlorine and the slap of volleyballs over invisible nets. It is the smudge of acrylics on fingers and wrists, the snap of the camera shutter opening and closing, the click of letters settling into virtual ink. It is the flies, and the heavy, heavy heat. It is sand between toes and under nails, blistering skin, matted hair, and the glorious shower that makes it melt all away. It is family. It is safety in its most basic and primitive sense. It is sleeping in twos. It is living in packs. It is long novels and swinging hammocks. It is the absence of mornings and the deepest of relationships with the night. It is calluses from game controllers and ping-pong rackets. It is jellyfish, surfing fish, and the most beautiful sound in the world. It is concerts in warm air. It is dancing until there is no more dark. It is the sort of calm that has no compromises or adverse effects. It is music, and thunderstorms, and the kind of memories that fade into warmer hues, softening around the edges and gathering affection instead of dust with the passage of time.
This is, by a million tanned miles, my favourite season. The sun peals all excess layers from me; they curl away like old wallpaper to leave the original colour behind, still fresh and slightly wet, as if just painted. The skin under my skin is blue and if you press against it closely you can smell the sea.
How can I describe summer?
Summer is freckles across my nose. It is watching my skin paint itself in the tribal markings of sunlight; a bikini of paleness against stark bronze. The only measure of time is seeing the contrast between colours grow deeper. It is long minutes of laughter, and the softest, dreamiest naps. It is taking walks with the mutts and the sunsets. It is watching sunrises by reservoirs. It is the taste of chlorine and the slap of volleyballs over invisible nets. It is the smudge of acrylics on fingers and wrists, the snap of the camera shutter opening and closing, the click of letters settling into virtual ink. It is the flies, and the heavy, heavy heat. It is sand between toes and under nails, blistering skin, matted hair, and the glorious shower that makes it melt all away. It is family. It is safety in its most basic and primitive sense. It is sleeping in twos. It is living in packs. It is long novels and swinging hammocks. It is the absence of mornings and the deepest of relationships with the night. It is calluses from game controllers and ping-pong rackets. It is jellyfish, surfing fish, and the most beautiful sound in the world. It is concerts in warm air. It is dancing until there is no more dark. It is the sort of calm that has no compromises or adverse effects. It is music, and thunderstorms, and the kind of memories that fade into warmer hues, softening around the edges and gathering affection instead of dust with the passage of time.
