Summer Days
This morning, the sun spliced open the clouds and brought with it the warmth on my back. I recognised this feeling as an initial need, perhaps even a desire but then soon realised I’ll probably be dying a summer death this season.
Summer is my least favourite season. If you didn’t know or couldn’t already tell.
With summer, comes sweat, three changes of clothes during one day, chafing between my legs, oily skin, dry hair from so many showers and sunburn… oh the SUNBURN. But I’m learning to appreciate it more because with summer also comes family days by the pool, beach trips with my love, ice cold drinks on a balcony somewhere, a load of washing dried in one hour, less layering of clothing and well that feeling of warmth on my back. But, no doubt, I will probably still complain.
What I won’t complain about is family time by the pool. As an Aunty, I can swoop in and watch the joy on the faces of my niece and nephew splashing about in the pool while I sip on a Rosé. Their imaginations running wild both in and out of the pool. When a sheet become an invisibility cloak from HP or when everyone has to be dressed up in plastic pearls in order to gain entry into the royal kids hut, it thrills me to be part of such constantly-creating-minds.
Summer days like these will always be remembered.