. . . this weekend has been an early sunday brunch — lattes and fluttering late-summer leaves on a quaint, bustling terrace, and afterward, cobblestones and shops and silken satchels of lavender, cocktails with good friends, wide-legged jeans and golden sandals, and on this over-cast autumn-like day, already a feeling of change and, perhaps, somewhere in the clouds, the promise of new and magnificent things . . .
where ever in the world you may be, hope you’ve had [are having] an astonishingly lovely [long] weekend, and that it’s beautiful where you are,roséline xo