take me to the ocean

don’t know about you, but i’m not ready for winter neither morally nor physically. i’m cold no matter what i wear, and that’s tiring. i’m craving tulips, which are out of season

and so hard to find now. all i can think of is blossoms of magnolia in spring and ocean…

if winter, then in scotland - freezing but so beautiful i forget to breathe. my heart isn’t complete - large chunk of it stayed at Skye and doesn’t wanna get together with the rest.