I capelli arruffati, il sapore del sale.
Il tepore che ti scalda il viso, la sabbia ruvida tra le mani.

La brezza che ti rincuora, il profumo di olio al cocco sulla pelle.
Occhi sorridenti dietro grandi occhiali scuri.

“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby