The days have gone by in a flurry of day trips, looking after guests, summer showers, the sun caressing our shoulders, journey planning, strawberry picking, blackbirds singing, a little work, plenty of play.
And a wish somewhere under my skin for a feeling of quiet, a summer breeze over my face during an afternoon slumber, book resting on the chest, curtains swaying in the air. Perhaps some of those days are still in store.
“Press close, bare-bosomed night -
press close, magnetic, nourishing night!
Night of south winds! night of the large, few stars!
Still, nodding night! mad, naked summer night.”
― Walt Whitman
press close, magnetic, nourishing night!
Night of south winds! night of the large, few stars!
Still, nodding night! mad, naked summer night.”
― Walt Whitman
Photos: 1-3 Volga Linen, 4 via Brown Dress with White Spots
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