No alarm, no service, no expectations. Morning light spills through linen curtains as the scent of something sweet drifts in on the breeze. Somewhere just beyond the city—where wildflowers line the roadside and cafés never rush you out—we slip into woven sets and slide behind the wheel.
The windows are down, hair wild in the wind, as we chase the quiet thrill of not knowing where we’re headed. We stop for fresh produce and postcards, scribbling half-thoughts we may never send.
In sun-drenched alleyways of quiet towns, we linger in antique shops, our worn-in jeans soft from the miles, a denim jacket slung over one shoulder. We thumb through old paperbacks, choosing one to read later by the coast, our dresses packed and ready for golden hour.
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