Dreamy eves turn light on the feet come morning…
Still hanging loose and comfortable… like old friends with the days reality. This little fog of perfection, a dazed but nowhere near confused state of mind. A place where warmth hits the skin all day long… where no breeze comes without thoughtful timing. Where lounging in sheer lace and bare silks are the only possibility. Shoes remain off… salt remains brushed over warm skin. No matter. No mind.
A place where nothing is impossible, where new instruments are strummed, new chords are hummed, new applications and implications revealed. This is heaven. Pure bliss. As soon as the guards are down, something magical happens. You have freed yourself of all expectation and distant memories, and for me, I ran as a 10 year old girl again, wild and free, through the Pacific shores of Mexico. 1 bag, 4 books, and the love of my life beside me.
“We are shaped by our thoughts; we become what we think. When the mind is pure, joy follows like a shadow
that never leaves.” – Buddha