AS I struggle through the last month of 2016, the weather warming and occasionally culminating in days of thick air and compulsory hours-of-lying-on-the-floor-because-oh-my-god-it’s-so-hot, my mind inevitably returns to memories of last summer.
Summer is freedom. Summer is release from school, pressure and stress. Summer is late nights and sand and burning driftwood and the smell of petrol in the morning. Summer is hopping fences and ripped denim and hair shoved back in elastic and tan lines and white sheets and grass on your skin and salt in your eyes and towels fluttering in the wind. It’s laughter, stomach-killing laughter.
It’s friends and Spotify ads and hot-iron seatbelts and shared showers and bare feet and supermarket runs and luscious fruit and juicy chins. Days of sleeping until 4 in the afternoon and days waking up for the sunrise. It’s buses and loose change and maccas and 60 cent cones and bathers you’ve worn all week and borrowed shirts and late-night movies and sneaking out just to wander around streetlight-soaked streets and sleeping on the floor because in your head it seems like it might be a little cooler.
I’ve been sorting through old photos and videos, and find myself immersed in the adventures of last summer. I haven’t shared these before, and it seemed a waste to have these moments in time piled on my hard drive. So I’ve piled them here instead.
These are all unedited, straight from my phone. (before i had my camera!)