Ode to the Seasons
That time of the year when the air changes, when the sun rays hit just a little lower and the light is filled with an auburn gold rush. There is a crystal blue shift in the air. Windswept and untangled from the warmth of the summer, filled with the scent of the ocean. Knitting a palette of seaside senses, gently wrapped in colors while the salty memories shine through all the while. An ode to the seasons we leave behind and to the ones to come.
