Secret World

The sun wedged herself between layers of heavy rain-filled clouds, creating perfect silhouetted figures across the beach. Like vibrantly colored swimsuits against bright turquoise water where our skin is painted in gold, blackened figures contrasting in muted filtered light is as equally beautiful.

I love days were the afternoons linger, practically coming to a complete halt, giving us an extra dose of memory making. We’ve been on our own clock, in our own time zone, and loving every moment of this summer goodness.

I read this passage this other day, and I believe it is spot on.

 Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, inside them you’ve all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands maybe.
-Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 5: A game of you

Here we are, in our own world, with vibrant swimsuits and black silhouettes.

And it’s unimaginable. Magnificent. Wonderful. Stupid. And amazing.

Create your unimaginable world.

Love, Emmie