Candle No. 2 | Piscina

Salty — Bright — Weightless 

A secret surrounded by olive trees, a place where time ceases to exist. Cool marble underfoot, the water a respite from the dry heat. Blushing shoulders and a kiss of sunscreen applied long ago. A salty breeze, a bleached driftwood, a musk reminiscent of bare skin. In the distance is a blue you will never get over.