LIFE BEHIND MY LENS
Salty wet hair, blinking with an eye in the sun, cold wine at sunset, midnight swims, water drops on hazel skin ..., summertime : Hair gets lighter. Skin gets darker. Water gets warmer. Drinks get colder. Music gets louder. Nights get longer. Life gets better. (That's the romantic, way too long, version. Some men would just say : dresses get shorter).
July 1st starts with Chapter 6, which by the way is post number 100 in this collection. Outside summer finally has arrived and herewith my favorite season of the year.
Every summer has a story! is the tagline I have been thinking about recently.
Being the Maxime W. who compares and thinks in levels and lists, who I am and hardly pretend not to be, I would say summer 2002, 2005 and 2011 are the top tree on the list of the memorable summers with a story. They are linked to those unique Bonnie and Clyde moments, filled with memories of birds singing at sunrise when you are still yesterday, the smell of early summer mornings and white cotton sheets, the noise of the night air, only a summer with a love story can contain.
While pretending to be less narrow-minded, I would say that every summer deserves the chance to turn into a fabulous story, even without Clyde. And anyway, how could it become brilliant if the Top 3 are already determined?
As the first version of myself is not getting me very far, I'll try the flavors of an open mind this season. #milkandtoastandhoney#
Looking forward to a summer with fantastic friends and many memorable moments.