Category: summer

The sound of settling

The house was cold and quiet. It was that first morning that marks the end of summer. It smelt like the first day of school. The previous day’s hot weather had left windows open and fans on at night, but by morning my toes were sticking out of the blankets and the cold woke me up. The tiles in the bathroom were icy and the crisp, cool air drifted through the house, bringing with it the smell of burnt toast and coffee from downstairs.

It was a Tuesday, which has been garbage day here for as long as I can remember. I could hear the stop and start of the trucks loading the bins at each house on our street. The first day of school was always a Tuesday. When I got out of bed I had to stop and think for a minute, it felt like it could have been five years ago, the end of summer vacation and the first day of another year of high school. Too early after months of sleeping in. Too cold against my summer skin.

That’s how I knew that summer was over, because Tuesday smelt like the first day of school. Like fall.

Today it’s barely warm enough to be called summer and I wore a sweater all day. Today my flip flop-clad feet had goosebumps. Our all-too-short summer is over, after only three months of rain and three blistering weeks in August.

Summer at Chris' cottage, shot by me on 800 iso (expired) 35mm film

Summer in the… suburbs?

new dress

Oh summer in the city means cleavage cleavage cleavage
And don’t get me wrong, dear, in general I’m doing quite fine
It’s just when it’s summer in the city, and you’re so long gone from the city
I start to miss you, baby, sometimes.

-Regina Spektor

I just wanted to show off my new dress. I hate pants, I wish I could wear sundresses every day. The weather here is hot this week. Yesterday I sat by the water and did henna with my sister. Today I went to work, but at least it wasn’t in uniform! I think every woman I saw today was wearing a dress or a skirt.

In which I burn…

I am very pale. Translucently so, actually. I know that I don’t have the complexion for tanning. But, I love the sun. I’m like a kitten in a sun spot, I practically purr and roll around.

This weekend, I went up to The Chris‘ cottage. It was beyond gorgeous. I’m used to cottages like mine, where there are lots of trees, a dock and a smallish lake. The Chris’ cottage is on Lake Erie, and it is definitely Canada’s equivalent of Florida. Vast, sandy beaches and blue blue water as far as the eye can see.

Saturday was fairly cool - I spent most of it curled under a blanket on the hammock, reading my book. Sunday rolled around and it was very sunny. It was fantastic. We went for a few walks, even braved a swim. When I got out of the lake, I was freezing. I decided to lie down on my towel in the sun.

“Did you put sunscreen on?!” The Chris would ask every fifteen minutes or so.

“Yessss,” we would all answer with varying tones of exasperation.

Kristen lied down beside me. “You put sunscreen on again after swimming, right?”

“Yeah,” I said, “Except on my legs. For some reason they never burn.”

Correction - my legs do burn. They just don’t normally burn because normally when I get a sunburn it’s from walking around too much in the sun or sitting on the dock. I very seldom lie down to soak in sun. And when I do, I even more seldomly wear ridiculously short shorts and roll up my bathing suit.

I am now a lobster from the waist down. My legs are so burnt that I had a fever Sunday night. I can’t walk very well because I can’t bend my knees without it hurting. I can’t sit down comfortably because all but a very little bit of my ass is burnt. And yesterday I drove 7 hours home from the cottage.

I was hobbling around and wincing from pain every few minutes. The Chris looked down at my legs and shook her head.

“I told you so,” she said.

just breathe

I love my cottage.

I’m just trying to get enough in these short hours. Enough sun. Enough fresh air, to breath enough of that heavy earthy smell and that airy water smell. To feel enough water and grass and sand under my toes. To see enough bright purple, count enough waves.

I want this forever.

Pinhey’s Point

For anyone who’s curious, this is where I’m working this summer…

Not too shabby, I’d say.

These are pictures I took (black and white film, which I scanned) when Courtney was working there two summers ago. I’m going to take more this summer, I promise. The best part is being on the water. It’s like working at my cottage. I love it. And did I mention that I get to where a costume?