grounded
Rolling down a grassy hill until you’re dizzy. Wet from the dew, feeling like a kid again. Take off your clothes and go for a swim. No one is around for miles. Just you and the flowers and the trees, alone together. The sun warms you up and dries you off. You’re living in a Monet painting.
Inspired by summer days, childlike wonder, and Claude Monet.
Stay toasted, xx.
