Bright Spots | Weeks Seventeen & Eighteen

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A whirlwind, if ever there was one – trains and planes, and five days in Lisbon, and important decisions over which I to-ed and fro-ed, over and over. But whirlwinds are welcome, sometimes. And then the first hot weekend of the year and all that entails – the concrete hum of the pavements under the sun’s steady gaze, the sight of a woman reaching out of her window to pick basil for dinner, observed from my seat on the tube. The violet night sky embroidered with the blinking staccato of a thousand aeroplanes, meals eaten barefoot and standing up in the garden, the lone swish-swhoosh of a sheet left out to dry in the wind. Friends and bicycle rides and the sun thrumming heavy on my neck. Ice cream cones, the windows thrown open, inviting summer in.

  • Beautiful photos. It’s been so cloudy and cold here in nyc I’m actually looking forward to warmer weather.
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  • Beautiful photos! I’m honestly so happy for the warm weather we’re having around these parts right now too. Life is just so much happier when the sun is out. Xx

  • Beautiful pictures, especially the second one! It looks so dreamy and breathtaking! How I wish I could live in Europe soon :’)