august
“Summer’s not over ’til it’s over,” you remind yourself, tossing the keys in your bag and heading for the dock. The sun beats hot against your cheeks, the air heavy with salt and marigold. Your sundress clings cool, then warm, as the breeze shifts. Boat shoes dangle loose, skimming the wood with each step. The water waits, silver and endless, holding the light like glass, lingering like a dream, as if August might never slip away.
Inspired by endless summer, air dried hair, and ‘August’ by Taylor Swift.
Stay toasted, xx.
