Summer.

Bare feet…sand….sticky ice-cream fingers….sunburn….aircon….and sometimes jumpers in Melbourne’s crazy weather…..cicadas….short shorts……flip flops….freckles….bikinis……late bbq dinners……welcome shade of a tree……doors and windows open….wet towels…..rivers….staying up late for beach sunsets……burning hot pavements….bike rides….yochi frozen yoghurt…..splashing….camping trips…..hot sweaty runs……long grass……fresh tomatoes and basil…….dripping mangoes…..

This was our summer. Hundreds of seconds and millions of moments of childhood wonder.

We splashed, we beached. We camped and swam and ran as the days grew slowly into the nights…. and our nights were filled with ice cream dreams.