sea legs
You smell like sunscreen, salt, and smug satisfaction. The day started with espresso on the fire escape and a weather app that finally said “clear.” Now you’re parked seaside in your boyfriend’s button-down over yesterday’s swimsuit, flip flops that cost too much, and sunglasses big enough to hide last night’s sins.
Your legs stick to the chair. A sailboat passes. For a second, you consider getting your boating license and vanishing completely. Then you remember—tonight’s dinner reservation was really hard to get.
Inspired by Kate Moss in the ’90s, coastal towns, and The Row Dune sandal.
Stay toasted, xx.
