this is my favourite photo.
Whilst I'm sitting in dad's study amongst a mountain of papers and articles, heater roaring, my scarff tightly snaked around my neck to accompany my sniffly nose, this photo instantly casts me into 'summer'. The laconic haze of the beach where things melt, including our hearts. In this picture I remember feeling the freedom of the future and it's possibilities. This photo captures the precise moment in which I felt the titilation of the unknown - where would our immature love lead us? And my skin, now in it's winter hybernation grumbles restlessly as it remembers the sun. I remember the soft, powdery sand forming constellations on our brown, salty skin. I also remember what loving you felt like at this moment. How much things have changed since then... This is what happens as things last. As they persist through time. Our love has since skewed and gone off-track, in fenced-off private-properties and back into more pretty, healthy pastures.
Any way, this is one of my favourite photos of us. Perhaps my favourite. Do you remember this day at the beach? You came down and met me there.
Let's drive to Sydney at the end of the year. We have worked so hard (so far) this year. We derserve it. Lets tent our way back down the coast and watch the white-sun rise, whilst we eat watered, soggy cereal and listen to the waves stretch-out and kiss the sea-shore.
