Possibilities

Hello! It's June and I am finding myself romanticising it a little - or trying to, anyway.

The other day I emerged from the climbing gym (i.e. the basement of a warehouse in an industrial estate) at 21:30 and found myself in complete daylight. It was a little disorientating, to be honest. Then, in bed at 22:30, the light was still trying to come in on either side of the curtain, as though this was the middle of the day. We are marching steadily towards the longest day of the year and I do not want to be left behind! I have an antsy feeling - surely I should be doing something? Something summery? I am not really sure what I mean by that, but I vaguely imagine that it involves wearing beautiful clothes, laughing in a stock-photo way, swimming in the sea at all hours of the day, BBQs for breakfast, lunch and dinner, and so on.

Which sounds like a whole lot of effort when I think about it - in order to be appropriately carefree for the entirety of summer some sacrifices would have to be made. Washing up and laundry, for example. Who’s going to do those things while I dance on the beach in slow motion? I have also somehow developed hay fever in the last couple of years, and so my rose-tinted view of this time of year has been obscured by eye floaters, and it has made my tinnitus worse, too. Not that I was sleeping great anyway, with the sun never going away and the seagulls making a right racket outside my flat. Oh, I could write a whole separate post with my thoughts on seagulls. But for now, let's get on with the art: