sur la plage

change is coming.  haircuts and handing in my notice, yesterday was a hot one. then meet me on the hill, they had empty bottles and a few olives to toss.  i couldn't sleep because it's all just whirring away.

in a few weeks i hope to be on the road, on the beach, south of france.  before the fall comes, quick.

I want to go here, Biarritz, CITE DE L'OCEAN ET DU SURF, Steven Holl

wheredidyougo

we had been tricked by spring, a little bit.  except for that one weekend, we set up camp on the black beach and we woke up to the swell, soft and deep just outside the doors.  we wandered down after coffee, march waves, and my bikini even made an appearance.  so long, since then it's been back to the blankets.

i can barely stand to stare at a screen these days. end of the day, no more! my eyes yell.
and so i don't.

long gone

model miriam shot by akila berjaoui, via studded hearts

i have not cut my hair in two years now. a timeline of my days away from home, and i have felt natural.
as my blonde curls reach my lower back i think a blunt few inches off would help in these winter months. wonders what the falling snips might do, a new sort of freedom perhaps. and then i will just need some sun on my skin. winter getaways are brewing.