Did I mention its the summer holidays? Oh yeah, it's not.

As the sun streams purposefully through my windows, my room becomes an oven. I can barely breathe for the heat my room transposes. My duvet is a burden, confining me to the borders of my bed.

I rise early, with the sun. Days are dwindled by watching nature, playing with friends. Complete inhibition. Lying outdoors with a good book and a cold beverage. Hat and shades hiding my identity. Games of tennis on my friends court, over looking the ocean, the surf. Missions down to the beach at low tide. Running into the ocean to feel the cool water lapping at your legs. Crushing your body against the surfboard, feeling the movements of your body as it rides with the waves, guiding itself.

BBQ's at dusk, the sun setting, sealing in a picture perfect image. Glasses raised, sun tanned arms linked through each others, faces reflecting the joy of summer's hot, hazy days.