A Perfume Kind of Afternoon
July & August are sun-kissed cheeks and a sleepy laziness swallowing you whole. It's the feeling of running endlessly down a suburban street, jumping into a cold pool, or lounging outside for so long you begin to question what day it is.
There's something comforting about the blending of hours. About the lack of commitment, or simply the lack of need to do anything more than exist.