sun drenched

It was hot today. HOT. That kind of heat that oppresses your lungs and takes your breath away. But right now, it’s still warm, but breezy. I’m sitting here staring out over the balcony watching the wind bend & sway the trees, the cars monotonously pass in a steady stream over the ANZAC Bridge and the last of the daylight sun shimmer on the waters of Blackwattle Bay.

I don’t know what it is about summer that gives me such a feeling of contentment. Maybe it’s the longer days that stretch activity out far after the working day is done; time to catchup with friends, get another walk in with the dog, sit outdoors and discuss the day past with a crisp vino in hand, the nightly BBQ ritual, the smell & feel of sun-dried towels, the total cleanse of body & spirit that comes with a swim in the ocean & the faint smell of coconut oil still lingering on sun-drenched skin after a day at the beach.

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This general feeling of happiness and freedom has been with me at full power for quite a few weeks now. I want to share with you a short poem I wrote when lying on the grass under a mango tree while at my in-laws farm at Christmas…

This perfect moment;
the day’s dust and heat behind us
That sweet scent of jasmine & settling earth;
of dusk as the sun sets and a cacophony of
birds chorus fills the overhead sky
This magical time of drawn-out summer
evenings spent gathered together
Moments of magic, ease and joyfulness.

Here’s me wishing you a perfect moment on this day.

Melly xx

Published by thisismelly

Mel @thisismelly lives a life of adventure, gets lost in farmer’s markets, regularly indulges in movies, loves to whip up gourmet meals in the kitchen, swears that one day she will learn to speak French properly, adores candles and fresh flowers, married her high school sweetheart, visited 19 countries and counting, fears an apocalyptic rage-virus, regularly spoils her cavoodle Harley, loves walking along the harbour, is decorated with ink, muddles her right & left, seasonally switches between blonde and brunette, has soul-mates, favours painted nails & dangly earrings, always orders the 'plateau de fromages', is obsessed with British or Scandinavian crime fiction, detests creepy-crawlies & people who take too long to order coffee, gives terrible directions, makes up crazy dances for her devilishly handsome husband, believes in good, would always be dressed in Saint Laurent, Gucci & Chloe if she could, adores Tex-Mex & Japanese, loves the smell of rain & evening jasmine, may be addicted to Instagram&Pinterest, is always on the hunt for a really good macchiato, is James Taylor’s biggest fan, gets rowdy with tequila, dreams every night, takes pickles, jalapeños & dried fruit for movie snacks, would hate a world without French champagne, adores Pantone 1765, almost always wishes she was lying on the sand in the sun, is an inconsistent Paleo convert and although she is a hopeless Francophile she will forever be smitten with Sydney.

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