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This is the time of the year when air-dried, semi-wild hair and sunglasses become commonplace. When windows are flung open and I can't help but smile sheepishly at strangers. When I can think of nothing lovelier than a Sunday afternoon spent riding a bicycle into town to fill a basket with flowers wrapped in brown crinkle paper.
This is the time of the year when I am happiest. When any sense of obligation melts into pure, unadulterated spontaneity.
This is the time of year when everything, somehow, feels exactly as it should.
(collage created by me. sources/shopping guide: vintage florals, gold coin necklace, striped jute slip on, city bicycle, straw fedora, yellow satchel)