Collection: ESSENCE

I don't remember exactly when I saw the dark-haired girl. It was a truly happy sight to see her dancing that summer afternoon, barefoot on the grass, to the sound of bossa nova. She absorbed everything that was happening around her and her essence shone, almost as if it had color, illuminating the garden. How nice it was to see the dark-haired girl barefoot.

I wonder where you will be today? Perhaps he never stopped dancing and remained floating over that garden, his Essence.