Golden Hour Musings
On the sunniest mild winter days I take advantage of the chance to let my skin breathe a little. I’ll pair one of my warmest coats with a sleeveless top underneath. The feel of the fresh air on my skin hints of springtime ahead. I can never decide if my favorite season is spring or fall. Each time we’re on the cusp of one or the other, I feel convicted that it’s the best of all the seasons. I think it’s simply the evolving that’s my favorite — the sense of new routines, and changing landscapes, and fresh ideas ahead.
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