I've been practicing the art of breathing, I hopped on trains and kissed a lot, I've been awaiting the brighter days and became friends with the dark ones. I never got enough sleep and my guitar is out of tune.
as much as I miss the august moon, I found myself embracing the essence of this winter more than ever. there is a solitude in the light that holds quiet promises and the crisp air fills my lungs with high hopes and excitement.
there is a time between the years like an invitation to listen to what's within, all the siren songs and little beasts, the dreams and the secret fears, the shadows and the light.
and that's what I'll do, just listening for a while, read myself like the pages of a book that you've read many times, but never fails to reveal a new phrase or mantra to live by.
photography by zora beer
dress from romwe