Summer solstice and the air is swimming with insects
Rays scoop down to bathe kangaroo grass heads golden
Swaying on waves of breeze surfing on treetops 
To break the back of the working week is to finish at midday on Friday 
Roll down to the bay with windows down and radio blaring 
The kissed sound of a tinnie opening 
Smacked on lips evokes guttural sighs and closed eyes smiles all around me 
She was brazen as one of the locals
Sandy haired and sun kissed freckled skin chilled as southern air embraces her
First one in heckling others to obey her invitation
Then she'd disappear under the waves to shed her worries
No one ever looked at her sideways