"Nothing good happens after midnight, nice girls don't stay out passed two." But we can still play with the context of these claims, because as I've come to realize, the best thoughts wait until night. The darkness provides such lucid clarity. As you wait patiently against the window for the snow to melt, capturing any at all warmth from the lights of the city buildings, a cascade of energy that shimmies down the skin. You anticipate the sun, knowing this artificial enjoyment is the best possible option until Friday. Saturday. 24 hours in between taking off and landing six timezones away. Spring break. All that energy collected by the stones and pent up by the soles of the shoes, finally given the chance to experience an authentic sun. Real warmth. No shoe I'd rather wear in France.
Fibi & Clo Sun Cascade