Half-Realized Imaginings

There aren't enough picnics to satisfy my hunger for homemade lemonade and everything else that tastes of summer and sunlight and water gun fights and white dresses and fireflies. I probably spend too much free time watching films where children find themselves in those brief free months between school and responsibility, catapulted into adventures that baffle the mind and I wonder why my life doesn't mirror theirs although I'm now grown and school is a fading bruise in my memory. Each short roadtrip I take or new discovery I stumble across just adds to the need for more--every sparkler begs to spark a bonfire on the beach, built tall to be danced around like a pagan until only embers remain and star light paints everything in a silver glow. And could I fall asleep there on a bed of sand and seashells and half-realized daydreams then awake to the sea kissing my toes? No, there really can't be enough summer adventures to compare to the ones I've spun in my mind.

Outfit details:
Zara dress
Rebecca Minkoff backpack


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