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We are part-way through summer right now, and again, in this part of the world where I am - the seasons transit unnoticed, the only giveaway would be temperatures turning into popsicle-melting monsters threatening to turn those popsicles you just pulled out of the ice box into a watery mess.
I wish I could say the only giveaway for the season's transit would be seeing happy, laughing families cooling down by the beach, but sadly, I had not the time to be by the saltwaters myself. The previous months had seen me having only enough words to fill up CVs and answer the obligatory interview questions, and not much left in my creative brewery to thread up beautiful sentences.
With mon frère away in Yale, having the time of his life and the best summer adventures, the mornings here in Hot and Sunny island had never been quieter. Lately, I've been thinking about the adventures we had as young children. We'd race each other to the book store to be first to open those heavy glass doors to feel the cold air wash over us like a wave (think about how it feels when you open your ice box on a humid afternoon); chasing the tides in our bathing suits trying not to get them wet; cycling down the corridor at gram's with the neighbours' kids - all the while yelling and pedalling backwards like circus clowns.
We all need adventures in our lives, and this is the time I'm realising that I'm missing some; needing some new ones in my life. Along with a pretty new bathing suit to chase the tides in.
Do you have anything planned for summer? Visiting long lost friends? Vacation to a new place? Trying out something new? Cooking lessons, watercolour painting, electric guitar, kite-flying? Whatever it is, I hope you're rejuvenated; reinvigorated through the adventures you're having.
P.S. For this afternoon, part of my summer adventures include keeping away medicine-induced grogginess by downing a half-pack of cheezels, then collapsing flat on the recliner couch, hearing the workmen outside felling trees, and keeping my eyes in the skies, waiting for the eagles to come home.
