Summer is coming
The foam of the sea leaving a taste of salt on our lips, the touch of the hot sand under our feet, the freshness of a lemon sorbet, the idleness immortalized by a freshly horned pocket book and a fan at the corner of our damp towel. We dive, we float, haped by the lapping of the waves, the carelessness. The hair intertwined, the tanned skin, we sail towards a more radiant summer, with the delicious taste of freedom. Where summer crosses our skin and our soul. We take with us those suspended moments made up of family, friends and love.