A Summer to Remember
I remember that day in a heartbeat. It was one of those hot summers where it hadn’t rained in months, the air was sweltering, and the ground was as dry as the Atacama dessert. Moorland fires blazed unknowingly while we swam in the river-pool to cool our burning bodies. You were sat there on the rocks by the side of the water, sipping at your beer that was slightly warm, watching me, silently. I lay there floating, looking up at the trees that surrounded us in a halo. Somehow, it felt as though we were far away from everything and everyone, in our little world of shared solitude, and yet I knew the rest of the world was just a short walk away.
