swept up + away.

I've been sorting through and editing photos to finish part II of our Uruguay trip. But it's windy here, with a touch of cold sun. 

 

One thing led to another, and I found myself daydreaming of flight and Mediterranean salads. Wings to take me to some warm place, maybe honeyed singing would be involved. 

 We would hold hands and spin circles barefoot in a field

till we drop, be kids again 

and land--presently--onto a picnic blanket with a book of the local flora

  open to daylight's stars. 

What's your daydream today?

{photos: veil : hand holders : girl : naming flowers : sun is shining}