“We’re going to the beach …
We go to a place only fishermen know.
What is it called?
It’s a slice of heaven here on earth.
A slice of heaven on earth,
With roots …
You should come with us.
Is there a place to sleep?
Yes, on a bed of sand, warm and smooth …
Under a starry sky. In luxury.
We can drink coconuts and bring some forties.
Big bottles of beer …”
Each summer is an invitation. Like the one from this scene in Cuarón’s Y Tu Mamá También. Anticipated. Fantasised. But never turning out quite as expected.
And so here we are, again, ready once more to shed all we’ve been carrying around and surrender to that euphoric kiss of optimism about to wash over us.
This will be the one; the summer we’ll remember as when our life began. Of time slowing while we take long swims, sand finding its way to places it should never go, eating and drinking from the earth and embracing a lawlessness that tells us we are more than alive.
Feeling the warmth of the sun to our very core, we’ll not just read – but inhabit – our books, say things that will make no sense when the weather changes, laugh generously, rekindle friendships and sip cool drinks on warm rooftops where the breeze will blow our hair across our face and the right person will brush it away.
It will be as close to utopia as it ever gets and the only thing it will leave behind is the wonder of whether it can live on inside us.
It’s called Paradising.
And, for this moment, we’ll believe it can last forever.
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