This summer feels like summer. And by that I mean that it feels like those three months of long, hot days from youth that would mark the grave progression between one school year and the next, weeks that felt like an eternity because, as a child with only a handful of finished years in your pocket, three months stretched far out past any point you could possibly see.
This summer wants to be filled with heartfelt words masked with a quick laugh and hundred sidelong glances. It calls for an army of amber and purple sunsets, each more beautiful than the last so that all of them fade into vagary as soon as that first night star blinks, as fuzzy and insistent as everything you swear you mean to do this summer. It makes you say, "remember when we whispered late into the inky night, wine glasses pushed against each other to the table's edge." It makes you think that change might not come too late after all.
I feel like we are most ourselves on days like this, whether we want that to be so. Maybe it's all the physical layers we shed in this warmth, toes and shoulders out, hair up, necks bared to sun over it all. Boots and coats forgotten like absurd mammoths deep in our closets. If there's that many more inches of us on display, there are that many more molecules of our love and shame and longing floating out into the world, tangling with the trees shimmering with a hot wind, rising while they still can.
I am SO down with the new album by Jack Antonoff, the guitarist for .fun. Bleachers' Strange Desire is catchy and magnetic, with absolutely fantastic production.
Thank you to Bushra for reccommending this gorgeous song. Instant love for this track by Shura!
Danny Brown sounding strong on this Rustie track. When is Danny Brown not sounding strong?
Will I ever tire of "Latch" in any incarnation? It's been a year and I still adore it: