But when you visit for just a short while, the dream-bubble doesn’t have to burst. That’s where I like to live, summer-snowglobe land. Temporarily. And sometimes, maybe all the time, the simple things are best.
Fat ripe nectarines. No place to be. Bare feet. Working on a toasted-marshmallow tan. A good book. Metronomy’s first album on repeat. A sweet kitty friend. Gazing at the mountains. Thankful for times like these. 🙂
Bisous and happy summer!