I like afternoon naps and crispy leaves and coconuts. I like singing wonderwall around fire pits and borrowing baggy jumpers from the ones I love. I like people who live in cottages and knit all day. I like empty beaches and funky socks. I like foreign films and fresh bread and flannelette sheets. I like gentleman in nice shoes and giraffes. I like hot towels and heavy blankets and warm hugs. I like letters and laughter and lemon tarts. I like Meryl Streep, Monet and mangoes on the back of a ute. I like Nutella on croissants and trampolines at night. I like old polaroids and orange roses. I like patchwork blankets, pretty pictures and pajamas. I like roadtrips and rain and rope swings in waterholes. I like sleeping in and warm tea and trumpet solos. I like it when people talk about their passion and their whole face lights up with joy. I like watching people grow and learn. I like the sea and the air and the sun and the grass. I like sitting on the roof watching the sun go down and come back up. I like climbing trees and looking down and watching the world go by.
I’m booking in for grown up meetings with grown ups about grown up school but I don’t have grown up clothes or a grown up vocabulary or essence.
I might just hide behind dark lips, a strong brow and a black coffee and hope they don’t know the difference.