when the pavements too hot for your pet dog. fresh air smells deceptively of linen on clotheslines if you could bear to open your eyes and stop dreaming about cliffside gardens, only a peg between your favourite tshirt and the ocean. dry-brush pine carpets and thick rotted treetrunks staggered across the forest floor like hurdles to be jumped. sunlight and sunheat battling for the ownership of your body.
into sweat nights and that heat-off a night hot pavement that somehow broils the brain, makes sleeps crazy and dreams crazier. begging for that morning to come back with its linen smells. friends always look more gorgeous in the reflections.

films that are summer 2 me