whilst going on my nightly run on Monday, i was met with a pleasant surprise- it's warming up! I love summer, it makes me a MUCH happy person, and less of an old grumpy bastard.
anyway, if this is OT, move it....but here is an old post i had on the original board. it does contain some drug references hence i consider it appropriate.
ping
summer...ahhh
the suns first photochemical rays kiss you and suddenly you know everything is going to be good for another year. it warms your skin and blood, until it feels like a shot of good scotch heading to your belly. your epidermis tingles like the backwashing build of a good pill. you can smell the freshly cut lawns and flowers in the air. people smell like sunscreen. you can hear the cicadas and the frogs celebrating the arriving warmth and their ensuing sex season. everyone is happy. summer is here.
the beach takes on another dimension. previously, what was a desolate patch of dirt intent on finding it’s way into your shoes, eyes or underwear, becomes a glorious heated catwalk with a paddling pool at the end. we are blessed in australia with some perfect beaches, thousands of miles of coastline meant we had to get it right in some places. miles of white sand and perfect blue water surround all our coastal cities. at the beach I love spreading coconut oil on the taught tummy of your tanned girl. i know i may as well be spreading cooking oil on a loved one, but it’s a funky sexy smell and dammitt if i don’t enjoy it. i love wearing thongs and crappy t-shirts and big mexican sombrero’s. i love bodysurfing amongst the waves and wonder if anyone else thinks they are a dolphin for a brief second. i love reading a book in the sand, the rays feel like they are infusing your body slowly and lulling you to a trippy, contented state.
i love getting a summer haircut, going to the cricket, moonlight swims, hot feet on asphalt, icypoles, boogie boards, margarita’s, waterslides, suntans, bad Hawaiian shirts, singlets, sunscreen, waterpistols, electric fans, paddling pools, sand on your feet, waterslides, making hot sweaty love, cold showers, sunshowers.
i love summer for the social facilitator it is. rainy winter weekends spent in front of a fire with a good book by yourself, become barbeques and gatherings at friends houses. bring a salad and some meat, and more beer than you can possibly consume. gather around, catch up on where we were all hibernating all winter, and relax in the warmth of the living. Swap crappy stories, and chase the deathly cold from your bones with the living heat.
I love going to summer parties, putting on your boardshorts and sunscreen, grabbing a sensible hat and sunglasses. grabbing your water and your pills and heading to a party. i love having a beer at the end of the weekend, and watching the sun descend slowly into the water
and i love summer for how happy it makes people. ever noticed how people seem more relaxed? ever noticed it’s easier to get a smile. ever noticed how you’ve never seen an e called "winter". however, i’ve seen plenty of "suns" or "summers" or "inca’s". that’s because the sun makes us happy.
fuck i love summer
pinger
anyway, if this is OT, move it....but here is an old post i had on the original board. it does contain some drug references hence i consider it appropriate.
ping
summer...ahhh
the suns first photochemical rays kiss you and suddenly you know everything is going to be good for another year. it warms your skin and blood, until it feels like a shot of good scotch heading to your belly. your epidermis tingles like the backwashing build of a good pill. you can smell the freshly cut lawns and flowers in the air. people smell like sunscreen. you can hear the cicadas and the frogs celebrating the arriving warmth and their ensuing sex season. everyone is happy. summer is here.
the beach takes on another dimension. previously, what was a desolate patch of dirt intent on finding it’s way into your shoes, eyes or underwear, becomes a glorious heated catwalk with a paddling pool at the end. we are blessed in australia with some perfect beaches, thousands of miles of coastline meant we had to get it right in some places. miles of white sand and perfect blue water surround all our coastal cities. at the beach I love spreading coconut oil on the taught tummy of your tanned girl. i know i may as well be spreading cooking oil on a loved one, but it’s a funky sexy smell and dammitt if i don’t enjoy it. i love wearing thongs and crappy t-shirts and big mexican sombrero’s. i love bodysurfing amongst the waves and wonder if anyone else thinks they are a dolphin for a brief second. i love reading a book in the sand, the rays feel like they are infusing your body slowly and lulling you to a trippy, contented state.
i love getting a summer haircut, going to the cricket, moonlight swims, hot feet on asphalt, icypoles, boogie boards, margarita’s, waterslides, suntans, bad Hawaiian shirts, singlets, sunscreen, waterpistols, electric fans, paddling pools, sand on your feet, waterslides, making hot sweaty love, cold showers, sunshowers.
i love summer for the social facilitator it is. rainy winter weekends spent in front of a fire with a good book by yourself, become barbeques and gatherings at friends houses. bring a salad and some meat, and more beer than you can possibly consume. gather around, catch up on where we were all hibernating all winter, and relax in the warmth of the living. Swap crappy stories, and chase the deathly cold from your bones with the living heat.
I love going to summer parties, putting on your boardshorts and sunscreen, grabbing a sensible hat and sunglasses. grabbing your water and your pills and heading to a party. i love having a beer at the end of the weekend, and watching the sun descend slowly into the water
and i love summer for how happy it makes people. ever noticed how people seem more relaxed? ever noticed it’s easier to get a smile. ever noticed how you’ve never seen an e called "winter". however, i’ve seen plenty of "suns" or "summers" or "inca’s". that’s because the sun makes us happy.
fuck i love summer
pinger
