september is still summer
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
I refuse to acknowledge autumn until the sea personally informs me. #
Still Loano. Everybody keeps beginning sentences with `”when you go back to Milano”` and I would like them to stop. It is September 1st. I have an entire month and intend to behave as though September is simply August with better manners.
The layout is a slightly darker pink, less candy, because even I have limits. Outside it’s still sea blue. I’ve been here two months and Loano has stopped feeling like a holiday destination and started feeling like ordinary life, which is always the point where you know leaving is going to hurt.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Reflections & Dialogue
0 Thoughts
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.