Wind in the Shadows: A Mix for Summer Dreaming

Good news, lovelies - I have survived the first week of school relatively unscathed! I say "relatively" because today was rather grating; it was the annual "welcome back" day at school, and academic classes were put on hold as we were subjected to team building activities all day. For seven hours straight.

(This would be fine, except I believe whoever came up with this idea seems to have conveniently forgotten the fact that at least 50% of the student body are introverts and generally walk away from these activities more exhausted and drained than energised. Go team?)

On top of that, my anxiety has been acting up quite a bit today, so I'm afraid my nerves are rather frayed at the moment. I'm not really up for writing much poetry, to be honest - and so I hope you don't mind that I am putting Friday Poetry on hold for this week.

But perhaps I can make up for it with music - a summer playlist, in fact, the third in our seasonal playlist series (after Far Below These Birds and The Sun Is Coming Through). Summer has never been my favourite season, but you know, I am learning to appreciate it more and more - especially the soft, happy, salt-encrusted kind of summer, the kind of summer where time falls asleep and forgets that it is meant to keep moving.

So here is a mix for that sort of summer. The best kind, of course. :)

(As always, you can click on the cover to listen on 8tracks!)

Album Cover

i. sun | sleeping at last

ii. only love | ben howard

iii. halcyon | the paper kites

iv. i'm yours | jason mraz

v. here comes the sun | the beatles

vi. lonely people (acoustic) | orla gartland

vii. open season | high highs

viii. boardwalks | little may

ix. this love | taylor swift

This is a mix for a summer cobbled together from humid days that stretch into half-remembered eternities, the ones that feel a little bit lost in time. Listen to these songs when sunlight kisses the sweat onto your forehead and drapes across you like a second skin, when it is difficult to remember anything but the way contentment sits sweet and heavy on your tongue. This is a mix for moments that slip through your fingers like grains of sand, for dreams that dance through the ocean spray, for a summer that feels like something at once breathlessly infinite and impossibly alive.