I’ll be shocked if I don’t get a speeding ticket in the mail for my driving today – that’s how busy the day was.
And in the centre of the blur of a day was Hiris, cold and tranquil, sparse and ephemeral. Chic like that linen suit which seems effortless but needs to be pressed to make the impression. It’s just the right shade of my-lips-but-better lipstick, the nail polish that makes your nails look healthy, not glossy. Deceptively simple, cunning in its kindness.
Rooty, earthy, mellow, gone.
