It’s that time of the year again. The jacaranda trees are in full bloom and the air smells like strawberries. People are more jovial, the sun is brighter and the days are long and hot. It’s summertime. It’s Christmas time. It’s a happy time.

The days taste like youth and salt air and I feel happy and nostalgic. I want to spend my days with my girlfriends, riding our bikes around the sunburnt bitumen streets, kissing boys at garden parties, wearing only strappy summer dresses, throwing back a Corona each with limes sitting in the neck, listening to The Veils under a starlit sky and floating in the tepid, salt ridden sea.

Yes, I want my summer to include all of these things and more. I’m greedy when it comes to summertime because it’s the best time of the year and I am a fool for it; every single warm summers day.

“In summer, the song sings itself.”



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