the outsider
There’s something about being on the edge of things, close enough to feel the hum, far enough to keep your cool. Denim soft from wear, coffee gone cold, and a book you’ve read three times just to remember how it ends. You move through the city like a lone rider at dusk, unbothered and untamed.
An ode to downtown days, Western nights, and following your heart wherever it leads.
Stay toasted, xx.
