sandy beach, los angeles
Goosebumps victim of yet another senseless corporate spending (this time an attempt to turn offices into a second Arctic) surrender themselves to the swelter of the metropolis. My feet carries me effortlessly into waves of heat while my body rejoices in an intimate lullaby with the cloudless sky. Sheens of sunrays brush against my shoulders and trickle happiness all over. Molecules of sunshine touch, and then decidedly, press against my lips.
July afternoons, I think I am in love with you.