I wanna be with you everywhere. My friends say I’m acting peculiarly.
I’m always drawn to the sea. Etherial, mysteriously calm. We’re laying under the sun with the distant screams from the cyclone on Coney Island. Looking out at the vast grey sea- are we still in Brooklyn? The best of both worlds. The sand is hot in Brooklyn- the waves are lazy, protected by Far Rockaway.
Sometimes visiting a beach in New York City you have to also find an escape in the mind, block out the idea that the urban hardship isn’t there. Focus on the sea- channel the energy of the waves. As the Q train rattles farther away from Manhattan, think about leaving completely. Let the five boroughs disappear.
Gold rings, white pants. Salt in my hair. The sun feels hot on my skin, I can’t escape that.
I can’t visit the beach without my Nars Monoi de Tahiti rose oil- ready more HERE.