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Today the weather caught up with itself and realised it had been holding out on us all.
It is summer.
It is the season of no pants, no shoes, icey poles for dinner and the only time of the year I still drink tea after it has turned cold in the cup.
It is the season of sleeping out on decks, of salty skin and sandy hair, bee stung lips, fresh faces and way too much sweat.
It is summer.
The season of heat - both external and internal. A season that entrances & enthralls those of us who are wild at heart.
A season that makes us aware of our true nature and brings with it a chance to live a daydream life.
Fruit smoothies, bikinis, fans, ice cubes, hydralite, late nights, warm breezes, freckles. Sand absolutely everywhere, frowns absolutely nowhere.
When you open a window and the air is thick with heat and the smell of spices.
Days that combine road trips to the beach, cold showers, flies, peaches & cream and too many frozen margaritas, all together in one delightful package.
A season that inspires the very best of natures: the ability to chill the eff out and roll with the punches.
Summer. Oh summer. It has been too long. Thankyou for creeping out of the shadows. I cannot wait to devour you and your beating sun.
And to all of you: embrace the heat, embrace the wild.
Ditch the clothes.
Slap on the sunscreen.
Get some sun in ya.
There is nothing quite so amaze.
LOVE & NONSENSE
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