Thursday, 10 September 2009

Summer's almost gone

Technically, I think it is gone, but I’m going with the warm weather and there seems to be a few warm days left in 2009. It always seems poignant, the ending of a summer.

morning found us calmly unaware, noon burnt gold into our hair, at night we swam the laughing sea, when summer’s gone, where will we be?

It takes me back (again) to the skinny, spotty and sixteen year old version of me in Lotus Street, sitting in my bedroom with the boy down the road listening to Doors cassettes and feeling profound. The last of the hot weather and sunny days running out fast and signalling the beginning of a rather messy few years.

This has been a summer filled with Regina Spektor, The Velvet Underground, Florence and the Machine and Peter Doherty. Hard work and long hours. Many walks in the countryside, visits to London, time spent staring out of my bedroom window. Jack Kerouac, George Orwell and JD Salinger, ‘Cherry Cake and Ginger Beer’ and that little book ‘Time Out Paris 2009’. Baking cakes, banter and singing silly songs in the kitchen.

The ending of this summer, however, means something much much more different than that one back in 1998. This time, it’s all a  fresh start. And in a good way too.

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