These words are not edited. Just a collection of thoughts, from this summer.
Deeply tanned legs hanging out of tents on tired days.
Sun rays captured in eyes and hair without color.
Memories of trashy dance parties under black skies and friends you met on camping sites.
Deep talks and trash talks, connections made over bier bottles and beach walks.
Sandy toes and dirty cloths, empty pockets with a heart that glows.
A summer full of stories and laughs, full of love and hugs and friendships that maybe will forever last.
A place made by people and stories and the vibe of a crew.
An ocean that calls for me and you...