Tuesday, April 2, 2019
Snuggle Snuggle Snuggle
A warm breeze embracing our faces. The comforting shade of trees. Pastries and cold citrus juices. Watching you play. Sitting serenely on park benches. Summer, snuggling itself lovingly on our skin.
"How should I not be grateful to my whole life? -And so I tell myself my life." Nietzsche, Ecce Homo