A summer speedo shot from about twenty years ago brings back giddy memories, a slender version of myself, and sunny days of carefree lounging by the pool. The world feels so much different now, in ways good and awful, and while I never usually wish to go back, there are certain things I miss. That’s just another way of saying we were young once, and it’s ok to occasionally stroll down that lane of memory and revisit such happy moments. On an icy day like today, when the wind is so brutally whipping around the house, I found these old photos and was transported to a summer when the world felt entirely full of hope and pleasure.
A brief list of summer links for escapist entertainment, per no one’s request:
Was this the true summer of the Speedo?
Was this the true summer of the penis?
Was this the true summer of the coquette?
Was this the summer of solace?
Was this the ultimate summer encapsulation?
Was this naked summer splendor?
