Photography Lindsey Miller / Mahlii khaki pants
Nostalgia for the mornings spent steps away from the sea. Cold cobble stone streets under my bare soles. Dewy, sticky skin from the sea salt that lingered in the air. The sun played hide and seek behind the buildings; peeking in and out creating lines about. Two ladies caught up over crepes in the corner cafe, the smell of coffee slipped out every time the door was opened. Though the streets bare they had years of stories to share.