This evening calls for a storm, and though the clouds painted pink at dusk are heavy with dark underbellies, you savor the last moments of dryness perched upon a quilt and under a draping heather grey sweater, your skin soaking up the smoothness of this sea-washed floral dress. You tuck your legs under its long length and twirl an end of its tied sash between your fingers, closing your eyes momentarily to focus on the sounds of nature’s motion. Upon feeling a single drop on your rouged cheek, you pick up your noir espadrilles, tie your locks back with a satin ribbon, and slowly jog through the soon-nocturnal scene looking just as picturesque as the vast body behind you.