HEARTERMS: OPEN!

‎ ‎ ❥ GLIDES OF CLEMENCY: A MORNING TRYST Morning dews adorn the tip of palm trees and barely drying itself when the intangible affection floats across the sky, seeping into every corner through its invisible dampness and warmth. Windowsill falls to each of its sides and brushes against the overgrown bougainvilleas, rustling so tenderly amidst the serenity of how the world decides to unfold another journey for those who belongs to summer and its everlasting softness. ✽ Take a sip and taste the sweetness of a midsummer art exhibition. 🍸 The morning tide will soon be replaced, to something fresher, more pleasant and festive than the tranquil moment the universe bestowed us upon. The sun shall shine stronger, but no less gentler. Another wave awaits you at the periphery of the seaside. Incline a little longer, Summer-hearted, would you? ♥️🌴 ‎ ‎