That hour where the brain is hazy and relaxed. Where the body moves just a touch slower. Where the skin still has the marks from the quilt. That hour of quiet and peace is like no other. It’s a more childish state than pondering over a sunset. And it’s certainly simpler. But that hour in the sun on a dock, is not to be wasted.
Then off you go jumping into the water and suddenly crystalizing everything into focus.
Swimsuit – Spell designs Top – Tree of Life Hat – bought in Australia