The sea appears between whitewashed houses, in a deep blue.
It mirrors the cloudless sky.
The wind passes through it as if it knew the way.
The linen shirt, loose over skin that is still cool, breathes with it.
It is light - as if the air were dressing the body.
There is something that turns this time of year into nostalgia.
A song, voices passing by, the creaking of boardwalks and the rough pavement, salt on the skin, and that scent that tastes like time standing still.
The body still carries the summer within.
Tones of solar white, deep blue, and vibrant accessories.
They build a palette that evokes salt, the sea, the heat touching the skin, and the soft glow of late afternoons by the seaside.
