The last of these summer nostalgia posts as we roll, sadly, into Autumn.
Our hair is dripping wet. The smell of chlorine sticks to our skin. We wear old t-shirts over our swimsuits and we are constantly laughing and smiling. We run around, jump into the water, scream and shout. The days are endless. They go on forever. We swim into the night. And sleep with our hair still wet, soaking the pillow as we fall into deep sleeps.