a summer heatwave.
a longing for softness,
delicate, cool cotton against the skin,
flowers in powdery hues,
pausing in the tender light.
those longings begin to creep in front of the lens.
the simplest things.
I started missing my old blog a little,
the intimacy I feel it had.
it made me think why not channel
some of that mood here once in a while,
make it a more personal space.
suddenly it feels right,
like finding one’s feet in a new home.
a sort of new beginning,
or layer that somehow in my head
makes this place feel more whole.
so glad you came round ~
I’ll get the coffee on.