Happy long weekend, lovelies!
Tomorrow’s a holiday, so I am leaving you a day early this week. It’s a gentle storm outside right now – I am in love with the pitter patter of rain on the roof, accompanied by the occasional sound of thunder and lightning. And the perfect accompaniment? The mesmerizing, heartchurning sound of Keaton Henson (thanks for sharing, J!). “You don’t like to be touched/Let alone kissed/Does he know where your lips begin”.
Have a great weekend.