summer always feels like a second chance.

to start over. to slow down. to remember what makes you feel alive.

bare skin, warm wind, sticky fruit fingers, soft sunrises.

i don’t care about the heat or the sand in weird places — i care about moments.

the ones that leave freckles on my nose and softness in my heart.

i think this summer… i’ll let it touch every part of me.

you coming with me?