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My jumper smells, quite unexpectedly, like your parents house.
Summer, walking, eating our weight in houmous. Driving to Keswick. Driving to the cinema in Whitehaven - that long dual carriageway through solid rock that the kids use as a racetrack at night.
That bath tub, secreted away downstairs. Holding a secret from it's rightful users.
Lazy, warm evenings in front of the tv. The mediocre cafe you thought was the shit.
Good wine. Long-cooked meals. Good wine.
A different kind of daylight - a sort of lazy, pink, soft light. It'll always be 'summertime in the Lakes' light to me, wherever I see it.
Waking up to you showering in the en suite. Watching you get dressed through half closed eyes.
Excited dog, wet nose. Warm skin, tired feet. Happy soul, content.
Calm.
I can look back without resentment, just for a moment, when I smell this smell. My regrets lift and I am transported.
Summer, walking, eating our weight in houmous. Driving to Keswick. Driving to the cinema in Whitehaven - that long dual carriageway through solid rock that the kids use as a racetrack at night.
That bath tub, secreted away downstairs. Holding a secret from it's rightful users.
Lazy, warm evenings in front of the tv. The mediocre cafe you thought was the shit.
Good wine. Long-cooked meals. Good wine.
A different kind of daylight - a sort of lazy, pink, soft light. It'll always be 'summertime in the Lakes' light to me, wherever I see it.
Waking up to you showering in the en suite. Watching you get dressed through half closed eyes.
Excited dog, wet nose. Warm skin, tired feet. Happy soul, content.
Calm.
I can look back without resentment, just for a moment, when I smell this smell. My regrets lift and I am transported.
