Five tender apricots in a blue bowl, a brief and exact promise of things to come.
May summer last a hundred years.
Where is it written that houses must be beige? Any dun colored house would look better if painted pineapple, cream, ochre, or even a smart sage.
The Only Thing More Surprising Than the Chance She's Taking... Is Where It's Taking Her.
Italy's siren call lures us more and more.
The urge to travel feels magnetic. Two of my favorite words are linked: departure time. And travel whets the emotions, turns upside down the memory bank, and the golden coins scatter.