The air was hot and stale in the bus and so crowded with people I stood for the entirety of my journey. Muted French voices swirled in the atmosphere around me as their host’s bodies swayed to and fro with the curvatures of the road. I felt sick. With each twist and turn, it seemed asContinue reading “Last Days of Summer”
I’d like to raise a toast. A toast to summertime. Cheers. Cheers to the great outdoors. To sunshine kissed skin and freckles. To running through the rain without getting cold.
It’s summer. Be independent. Be bold. Be beautiful.