Dear Summer....


We’ll go straight out and say it: we miss you.

We know it’s only been a short amount of time since you left us, and we know that we really should be making friends with your sister autumn and getting ready to say hello to your cousin winter, but really, we don’t think we’re quite ready to let you go just yet.

You see summer, all we can think about is the magical time we shared together, the adventures we went on, and the laughs we had. Come closer and we’ll let you in on a little secret… we don’t think any other season will ever be able to measure up to you.

As channeling a little bit of a la Love Actually; To me (us) you are perfect.

So, where do we start?

We miss waking up to your burnt-orange sunrise, and running barefoot and care free down to the ocean and diving into your waves.

We miss the way the sunshine kissed our shoulders when we were out in the surf, and left golden freckles on our nose.

Do you remember that one time you ate all the watermelon, and the sickly sweet juice dripped down your elbow? We never told you how cheeky you looked with your blushing pink frangipani behind your ear.

Summer, we miss your Sunday arvo BBQs, where the coronas and limes were flowing, the house music pumping, and how the laughs exploded like mini fireworks in every corner.

And we miss playing cricket on the sand with our friends in the glorious hours of afternoon, made funnier with chilled white wine sangria, and the fact that truthfully, we’re really not that good at cricket, at all.

Did we ever mention that we liked how your days go on and on and on, like you’re riding a multi-coloured flying carpet? And then night creeps in, the black sky studded with diamond stars, and we looked up to the moon and knew we weren’t alone.

Do you remember that time we went on a bush walk to the waterfall? The salty droplets of sweat forming on our foreheads, as we dived into the water surrounded by the lush rainforest.

Or that other time we had a picnic on the cliff face, sitting on a tartan rug, eating crusty bread and listening to the sound of the cicadas on ecstasy?

They were some of the best days of our lives.

We miss the short skirts, and even shorter shorts and the dancing bodies, smiling in bliss.

We miss snorkeling and pretending that we knew how to surf, just so we could check out the cute guys down at the beach.

But really, we just miss everything about you…even your back sweat. And look, if you don’t believe us, that’s fine. But for you summer, we’d even step on a bindi. And that’s truly saying something.

Until next time that our eyes lock, we’ll be thinking of your warm golden rays, blushing pink frangipanis and cold coronas. Please don’t change, we like you just the way you are, and that’s hot.

Yours truly,

Laine xxx

For those of you who cant wait till summer, try living vicariously through these pics on our Pinterest board here

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