"It's easy to forget now, how effervescent and free we felt all summer. Everything fades: the shimmer of gold over White Cove; the laughter in the night air, the lavender early morning light on the faces of skyscrapers, which had suddenly become so heroically tall. Every dawn seemed to promise fresh miracles, among other joys that are in short supply these days. And so I will try to tell you, while I still remember, how it was then, before everything changed - that final season of an era that roared."
My past month in pictures, for when words are not enough.
One month to my wedding day - the days are crawling by slower than ever. I'm not sure if I'm just making sure I savour every minute of each day that goes, or if I'm wishing for time to slow down just so I find the space and time to catch a breath.
Turn my head with talk of summertime
One month to my wedding day - the days are crawling by slower than ever. I'm not sure if I'm just making sure I savour every minute of each day that goes, or if I'm wishing for time to slow down just so I find the space and time to catch a breath.
Turn my head with talk of summertime
Swan Lake on ice, Watami, Michelle's wedding, my favourite furry feline.
"That is what I want to tell you about: the girls with their short skirts and bright eyes and big-city dreams.
The girls of 1929."
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