

summer always feels like a second chance.
to start over. to slow down. to remember what makes you feel alive.
bare skin, warm wind, sticky fruit fingers, soft sunrises.
i don’t care about the heat or the sand in weird places — i care about moments.
the ones that leave freckles on my nose and softness in my heart.
i think this summer… i’ll let it touch every part of me.
you coming with me?