sometimes, all you need is some summer sun in the middle of winter... some bright patterns and texture in everything, from your salty hair to the craggy rocks. we sat on a giant boulder and drank in the beautiful blues of the sea. we climbed up to the cave that overlooks the horizon to catch the dying light.
then the sun dropped, reminding us with the freezing wind that the month still belongs to winter. but oh how good it was while it lasted!