The tupperware of warm little tomatoes, freshly picked.
Picking the carriage with a breeze.
Walking in my new dress, watching it billow out and feeling some kinda way.
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Sex with the windows and blinds open in the middle of the day.
The breeze on my vulva.
Singing in the shower before bed.
We made it! Day four. All the way to Ushguli in the hot hot heat. More butterflies, more wildflowers, more damn inclines!The window opening in the taxi on the way back.Climbing to the top of the old tower and sitting on the rickety wooden roof, looking out over Mestia.
Seeing the early morning sky, with the sun peaking up, orangey-yellow, through the clouds.
Getting asked on a date.
Standing by the tube intersection door and getting the breeze all up in my hair. I love that feeling.
(I don’t have any photos that fit this. But I was sad that I didn’t use this fish photo the other day. So I’m putting it in. It’s my blog anyway and I can do what I want)
Three little things 