

I'm having one of those days where I just climb with my feet up on the windowsill, wrap myself in a blanket, hold a mug of tea in my hands and watch the sky slowly stretch.
No glossiness, no pose - just me. Alive, warm, a little sleepy. There's a slight mess in my hair, a trace of strawberry balm on my lips, and inside, silence. Sometimes it's so nice to be out of the world, but to let someone very close to you enter it....