Those Long Summer Nights

When clearing my memory stick the other night, I had a moment of nostalgia for the buttery summer nights in Christchurch. Days that were too warm to even be outside. 

I thought of the lacy dresses and remembered watering the exasperated veges as the light of the day disappeared. 

I imagined sitting on the deck in my robe with a coffee, ever so quietly starting the morning.

And of course, it wouldn't be summer without a bit of selfie practice, now would it.

Counting down the months already. 

Much love XX

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