I really love this weather. It's humid as hell, like the inside of a sauna, and there's no sun to have to shield your eyes from. When i step outside in this type of weather, i like to pretend one of two things - that i'm wearing a huge, fluffy jumper and it's actually the middle of winter; or that i'm on holiday, somewhere beautiful, and that i'm leaving town for the day to explore the sights, when really i'm going to or coming from work.
As much as i love snuggling up during the Autumn, i think i equally enjoy the privilege of not having to throw a jacket on everytime i walk out the door, like you usually would, living in Scotland. This surely has been the best summer in a good couple of years. At least since i was 14, i think. I remember feeling that the summer would last forever back then, in a good way, of course. Because it was the summer holidays, and we were only kids, every day was pretty much the same. You'd get up mid morning, watch some TV, eat a little, then go out. K and i used to head down to the local park (when i say 'park', it was just an expanse of grass with swings like bookends, and a climbing frame in the middle. Of course there was a small river, or 'burn', running along side it) then later in the afternoon, as it got hotter, we'd buy these huge torpedo-like ice-poles and head back to the park. Then we'd maybe head to hers to listen to some music. At night, i'd go round to hers and we'd mess about on the internet (usually searching google for 'hot men' - not in the pervy way of course - which for her would be the latest pop star or wrestler, and for me it'd be an actor or tennis player - most likely Pete Sampras).
If it was a weekend and i was staying with her, we'd watch WWF, play daft teenage games, watch a movie, listen to music, put makeup on her little brother for shits and giggles, then she'd talk me to sleep. The next day, we'd get ready and her mum would make us a lunch of rolls on peanut butter and a pint glass of full fat milk each (i miss the days of any lactose at all...*sad face*).
I do really miss those days. After years of speeding through every single day since then, i'm actually starting to slow down (in my mind at least) and consider each day as it passes. I'm more contented now whereas in the past, doing nothing for an entire day meant a wasted day.
Man, i love the summer.
2 weeks ago