As I write this I’m lying on top of my covers. There is a dead swollen heat filling the room,making the usual comfort of burying under blankets unthinkable . The window is open as far as I dare without the glow from my laptop enticing any unwelcome wings yet still attempting to coax in a breeze.
My bare feet are propped against the radiator, the coolness of the metal soothing after a long day serving tables.
There’s something not right about this scenario. I’m Irish.
Heat is quite literally a foreign concept. Summer memories involve stubbornly wearing shorts to the airport, covered with a warm hoodie because your bloody freezing and running under an inevitable misty overcast sky before finally reaching the plane and eagerly awaiting the sunshine.
We do get a summer but it normally lasts for 3 days. Everyone suddenly cheers up, drops everything and scoots outside “sure it will be gone tomorrow we may aswell make the most of it”.
Yet this year it’s not going. The sun determinately shines on. People are eating outside at the restaurant I work in. Which was great as I got to pretend I was working abroad for the first while. As the heat continued and customers have requested shade (it’s called eating inside bright spark) and complained about flies buzzing (I’m terribly sorry sir I’ll ask said fly to stop) my enthusiasm has waned. On the up side the back of my neck has a great colour.
Between final exams, exhausting jobs and a general weariness that hung over the last months of the college year this summer was always going to be a much needed break for us. It’s a time where we all vowed to work hard but play harder. To get out and go to gigs in the evenings, to take random trips and enjoy home instead of wishing we were away.
It’s my last summer for a while in a city that that I am oh so in love with. To be able to spend balmy evenings exploring hidden beer gardens with my favourite people the sun meandering lazily along with us as we sip pints and wind each other up is an extra gem.
Sooner than later the rain and clouds will sweep through again. But this stolen time before responsibilities have quite caught up to us. these memories will be tinged with frozen beer bottles, bare legs and writing in the dark listening to the city.
This is also a really beautiful piece of music. Have a listen.
I hope the sun is shining wherever you are.
What a lovely little post. Read like a story rather than an update. It is blazing hot here in the south of England too. Have a lovely day and hope the weather holds out! X
Thank you 🙂 So far so good, and its my day off to ge rid of the pasty Irish colour. Hope you have a great day too
This post was completely refreshing. It started out with a exhausted yet content tone, and wove its way on to nostalgia and affectionate memories. Lovely piece.
That comment was refreshing and mafe me smile before coffee, thats an achievement. Thank you
Its winter time in Australia but only parts become cold some places wouldnt even know what winter is like the top end of Australia where it is hot most of the year through… Just make the most of the sun while its there…
I will…..hope the cold brings some great snapping opportunities. 🙂
I’m Irish, too, and love the mists and balmy nights much better than the unseasonable heat we’re having in our corner on the planet. I live here because even in summer it’s usually cool-ish. When everyone says, “Great, it’s going to be 90 today!” I’m saying unmentionable things instead. But it will pass, the rains will come again and we’ll still be Irish!