. . . this weekend, we have had every single brunch on a sunny terrace, and every single dinner on a candlelit one, and have spent as much time as possible in the last of the summer sun, feeling extravagant and golden rays on still-bare shoulders and sandled toes, and even as the leaves have already begun to fall, we shall be holding on to summer for just a little while longer . . .
hope you’ve had/[are having] a beautiful [long] weekend & that it’s beautiful where you are, —roséline xo