pastels, petticoats & curls

 

pastel days afloat with pale moonlit ponderings{as the gentle beams float softly through the windowpanes}

& i wish i could send you more than words, rather, i wish this post was a fragrance, a look, a tear, a smile, laughter or warmth that you could open & wrap the moment you are reading this in.

a little bit of joy to savour

{like these pink resin urchins which i love, soft white petals & tender impressions}

 & reading about Char{& only "meeting" her tonight} her pockets lined with beauty i have dreamt up too, only last night.. . & while reading her words,

rising. & falling. heaving -

like a chest sobbing

with rain

& this story of overwhelming decadence

today, a silent song

only my heart hears