Bare feet walking on white sand and shallow waves, wind blowing. Lighthouses appearing from behind mountains or top of them. Walking over a half desert peninsula to find on the other side the highest solitary waves, playing in them. Jumping and being thrown down to the sea bottom, feeling the power of the turquoise sea.
Jasmin was the scent of the air on our walks, the taste of the sweetest mangos in our mouths. A new magical island.
Yesterday I returned home to another kind of hot summer evenings. Everything is old, familiar and dear, but it feels also very new the same time. Trips could still last forever. Moments to breath, hold memories and remember new thoughts that they won´t disappear.
It looks like thunder here, but the weather might be just tricking me. The sky could be soon again filled with the tickling whiskers of the sun. I am settling down slowly, but the shop is again open. Thank you to everyone who has wrote me during these weeks, I will answer you very soon.
Hello dear all of you, how is your season? How are you? So happy to meet you here again.
(First image taken by S.)