breathing love ✨

As the fragrance of coffee beans fills the space around our kitchen counter, winter walks in through the front door -- it's december and hope seems like an illusion again. I'd rather sit in the autumn sunlight from three years back, what do you expect from a vintage heart anyway? Just in case the taste of almost decides to leave my tongue, I've kept a jar of fireflies and a bunch of dried sunflowers beside my bed. The seasons have changed, so has the alignment of the stars -- but what remains the same is this young heart who, three years in future, would rather sit in the autumn sunlight, when it's autumn december and hope seems like an illusion again.

We could sit by the ocean and talk about everything and anything.