I'm never really sure what to think when Summer starts to end. I guess I kind of refuse to let this feeling go and am not really ready to stop rooftop baking under the sun, topless, with a book, a cold brew, and a few of my other unmentionably favorite things. There's something so fresh about throwing on anything you want, leaving home with wet curls, no makeup, no tension, no stress. Summer just
really good.
Like
untying your bikini top to sunbathe. It's 98 degrees and you don't even notice, because you've had a cold Corona in your hand since noon and feeling the heat is familiar. You're alive.
You're live.
Or, like just getting to the beach after a long drive and sinking your toes into the sand.
Taking a skinny dip, a disco nap, and a minute to breathe in some fresh air.
Photos by Cheralee
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