It’s odd how every summer I listen to christmas music, and fantasize about the december charms, and every winter, I’m longing for the summer simplicity. The warmth, the hazy days, the way you slip into a breezy little dress and just relax in the grass.
Picknicks, swimming, sunbathing.
But now in the depth of winter, I have to know that within me lays an invincible summer.
It’s up to me what season I want it to be.
And this moment, I choose a summerday.
Warm and silent, where laziness finds respectability.
A few of those days and you can become drunk with the belief that all is right.