/// Infinite

That night it was just me with the best people listening to Treats and Reign of Terror at the skate park feeling the wind and the sultry night, just living and dreaming.


{photo by me}

/// Summer routine

   

"Yes, summer was rituals, each with its natural time and place." -Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine


The days melt and combine and the month changed like some sweet sun-melted popsicle. I'm no longer conscious of dates or months or hours. They are irrelevant. The only thing I can even begin to think of doing is to soak up every last drop of summer whether I'm on my own or with my favorite people.

{photos and illustration by me}

/// Endless summer

"My bone's have to move and my skin's gotta breathe, you pick up the phone and I'm so relieved. You slide down your stairs to the heated streets and the sun has left us with slippery feet. And I want to walk around with you. It doesn't really matter, I'll go where you feel. Hunt for the breeze, get a midnight meal. I point in the windows, you point out the parks. Rip off your sleeves and I'll ditch my socks. We'll dance to the songs from the cars as they pass, weave through the cardboard, smell that trash. Walking around in our summertime clothes. Nowhere to go while our bodies glow. And we'll greet the dawn in its morning blues, with purple yawn you'll be sleeping soon and I want to walk around with you." 

-Summertime Clothes, Animal Collective

{photos and illustration by me}