It was summer that made her confined to her journal, confined the sunshine reflections of her waves, the secret laughs that sounded under the dawn, this limitless sense of freedom during the sunset. She wrote about her wishes under the falling stars, about the hundred thousand ships that crossed her peaceful aura, about the season of refreshing ideas and collection of memories.
Keep this journal, it might be hers it might be yours, reflect on everything that makes summer such a unique time of the year, it is the summer journal she said and then her waves washed it away to the coast. It is your time to reveal.
Each day is an endlessly changing horizon, it is a different sun, and it is a unique experience you can encounter. Make each day a new story, a story of art.
Each day a unique story