All this summer writing makes me want to hit the beach, drown myself in fresh coconut juice and book passages. But I’ll settle for playing in a field of hibiscus blooms for now.
But when we’ve become so deeply entrenched in this hustling city and modern life, wouldn’t it be nice to have a little escape? To calm one’s self amongst the lush greenery and inviting water?
Soul in a languid state. My fingers tracing down the spine of one of my dog-eared books while pondering on the meaning of that last phrase. Fighting the urge to close my eyes yet as Trevor Pinnock serenades me with his Pachelbel Canon.
Maybe it’s the saccharine, taking control of our minds, luring us into the sweetest pits of sheer fabrics, floral appliqués, romantic silhouettes and unwavering belief to “The One”.