So it rained last night. I must have been sleeping. I woke up to an irresistible morning, still marked by receding puddles.
Last night's dreams felt like tangled yarn or the crocheted whorls of my sandals. But they instantly disappeared when I opened my windows.
I love the pattern of this sheer kimono, which is better seen from the back. Memory of raindrops?
Only the wind can tell its story.
Polo shirt, Calvin Klein Jeans, thrifted; jeans, Topman; belt, Brave Beltworks; sandals, bag, and kimono: all thrifted; viscose scarf from Mindanao