EVERY SUMMER HAS A STORY
Sometimes the story is shared with others or it is lived through with quiet moments of self-discovery, no explanation needed, no questions asked as long as the sun is in full beam and denim rules until there's no breath left. Only few will know what I mean. This summer was no different yet all so very new to us in every aspect, humidity included. The squad hasn't changed, in fact being a part of well-known team is a reward on its own, acting as normal with people who will always notice things when they go wrong is a treasure easily competing with bunch of sticks of unfamiliar shapes. We found a good number of them, don't ask exactly how they got transported home but they did and I still dust around them weeks after the stock up enthusiastically. This summer rolled around slowly, almost like regretting the move the minute it set its foot here. I don't blame it, we're greedy bunch not easily satisfied with a warm day or two. We have a seaside after all so picking on ever so slight breeze and a cloud is our 5 to 9 job. Sometimes longer if bottle of prosecco is still half full. And then you experiment and learn the rule of forsaking with quite good reasoning backing you up because this part is kind of critical when it comes to having successful summer break or not. Do I carry a ball or a warm cardigan? And if I need both who will support me when none of it feels essential anymore? These are the problems, you guys.
Countryside was our answer to hesitant summer that didn't truly show up. Someday it is all we'll remember. The raw adventures with the only idea of touching as much as there is time and daylight for connected to views of no age but a great significance. This summer saw us a little more vulnerable after missing out on going on a proper trip abroad due to our car breaking down so the stakes were high and expectations unattainable. Not for long though. Make the most of what you've got type of deal was eventually settled on. We took it and soaked it up like there was no more sunny days to witness. The forest was the playground and the castle and the obstacle course. Sometimes all at once. Hands were full of unidentified objects, wide grins told the stories hearts played with ease, what else one could want?
This is what happens when you're surrounded by nature and the cold sea motivates only the bravest. The whole area sort of awaits your footsteps and maybe a loud hello to share the love the sun and rain pours into it to thrive while no one's watching. This is the best of what makes the summer stay with us for longer apart from areas of less fun to deal with like ticks and scratches and bees flying past noses so close no reassurance will ever be enough. In the land where we settled and got pregnant with our lady sunshine. The land we discover every day. And it's the perfect process.