Rainiest, coziest, dreamiest. (And mysterious.)
Angry waves, sand in my hair, pastis in the afternoon. Barefoot for dinner, wine before bed. Pitch black nights and soggy, slow mornings. Reading, sleeping, snacking, lazying. Indulgence the way I have only recently learned how.
This unexpected but fortuitous journey to Fire Island was like being tucked under a warm blanket for two rain filled days that felt more like two weeks.
It's starting to feel possible that I might be ready to venture back into real life now...
