In the summer time when the weather was fine

Caloundra Music Festival. Drinking margaritas, not changing out of bikinis, reading on the balcony.

Fishing Club, a day of fish, chips,hooning & Strawberry Fields.
Philippine island of Boracay with Mum and Dad. Most glorious sunset in the world. We were on the way to dinner, walked out of our hotel room and just ran into the water instead. Whats food to a random display of brilliance by Mother Earth herself?

After I had my shower and finally decided to do something with my day, the weather was beautiful and only a tad crisp so I put on teeny running shorts and a tshirt. Within minutes I was in jeans and a jumper. It wasn't just a tad crisp after further investigation. It was fucking cold. I HATE Winter.

I guess this is what inspired me to find my favourite photos from the Summer just past. The memory of being able to walk around half naked, being able to live in shorts and tshirts and eat paddle pops and have salty beach hair and skin and night swim and fish and smell Gardenias and Jasmine and drink on verandahs is driving me mental. Instead I'm living in custom winter uniform, with dry scaly hands and the prospect of more early mornings on public transport to uni looming, with over weight and self important business men.

This entry has turned into a big whinge fest. Sorry.I just woke up from a 2 hour power nap, by brain is still regaining function. Quick reminder: the world is good, brain.

Off to collect money for Leaukemia Foundation Door knock appeal soon. Hopefully my neighbours are feeling generous and that Basin Pocket has a sunny aura of good energy and good deeds tomorrow.

Love,

Jackie x