I'm in love with the summer time

Summer.
Beach.
Water.
Holidays, heat, dunes, burning sand, the sun, the towels, wet sand, warm water, bodies in and out of the water, children (and less childish people) playing, the waves, the sea… Summer, the beach, disposable cameras...

I'm in love with the summer time

Water sprays, dives… swimming to the distance, swimming back. To catch a wave, to break a wave, to jump over a wave. To be suspended in the eternal moment of a jump and fall helpless on the smooth and kind water that follows the turmoil of the wave. To dive. To be submersed, to sustain the breath to human limits. To return to the surface and fill the lungs to their utmost capacity… To slide on the thin layer of water that licks the sand in the reflux of the tide …

I'm in love with the summer time

To burn on the sand up to the limits of what is bearable (it is so damaging but so good!) knowing that the extinction of that fire is just two steps and a dive away, refreshing one's soul to the limits of what is bearable. To stay in the water, floating and diving up to the limit. To the threshold of hypothermy, knowing that the therapy to the frozen end is just there, two steps and a dive away, on the towel burning under the sun. Extremes situations I fall in love with …

I'm in love with the summer time

To look at the sky and cast away, with our mind, the few clouds that dare to enter our field of vision, in an attempt to shade the fruition of such pleasure. To look at the saturated blue of the sky and wander up to the horizon, trying the merge the sky with the dense green of the water that reaches up to me from far, far away. Water sprays merge with the sweat that covers the sunburnt, which cast shadows sculptured by the seducing and scalding sun. Relax… excitement. Excitement… relax. To run through the beach up to the end, to swim back, always aware that after all this excitement there is the tranquillity of lying on the towel… the "dolce farniente".

I'm in love with the summer time