Heat rising. I move backwards. Into the shadow, reversing the parade. Stitch by stitch fusing the days together.
The thievery of the moment.
ten to one
a caffeinated sleep for the real.
I'm spending my days at home in New Orleans like this: Sundays with my family... something I'd never thought I'd have. Missing my loved one, connecting to the inflection of the passing hours. Life feels light under the heat, being ever grateful for every single day.
My summer style includes the white T on repeat, those cut offs I can't take off and the occasional pull from the vintage stash.
This top, from the $5 rack at my old haunt Time Warp Boutique is falling a part at the literal seams, and I love it that way. Because, c'mon, who isn't every once in a while.