Growing up by the beach, we don't experience the true idea of "seasons." Summer heat waves can be crazy, warm summer nights with basic ripped Jean shorts and a white tank are the comfiest of outfits and then one day, you step outside and the crisp air hits you and I can honestly say it is my favorite feeling in the world. I have to run back inside and grab a jacket from the back of my closet and rummage up the jeans that have been at rest the previous three months. I am so excited for the pumpkin soufflé candles, the peacoats and scarves. The moment the orange burnt leaves dance with the wind. So till that day approaches, I will continue to dream of that ironic feeling of warmth found in the crisp cold that feels all to new to me every year.
Xoxo,
Jessica Leigh
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