“You’re all sitting there, watching me, and there’s three thousand of you and one of me, but I’m here, and I’d do anything to be here.”
“Yellow flits across the sky. The ocean is a mirror. We secure straps to our ankles and grasp paddles in pink hands.”
march 4. golden days, episode 1. three girls, one day. golden cabins, dinner spreads, love, sun, midnight swims and one bed.
Part 2: stars, long skype calls, Friends marathons, frisbee, storms and rain, glitter, dancing and skinny dipping.
Part 1: mudfights, sarongs, pier jumping, sunsets, thoughts and energy, jetty parties, waterfights and christmas.
Struggling through the last month of 2016, my mind inevitably returns to memories of last summer.
A week of early mornings, late nights, laughter, table-tennis, guitars, salt, night-walks, sunburn, UNO and surfing.
A cold monday spent in Portsea, Sorrento, diving with dolphins + seals and exploring beaches.