Sick for the Summer Sun

I'm sick for the summer sun, I find myself wishing for the ocean breeze to kiss my skin with salt and fresh promises of a summer well lived. I crave the hot sand under my toes reminding me to keep moving, always moving forward. I dream of the warm golden sun kissing my skin warming me all over, reenergizing the core of who I am. I wait patiently for the time when fresh fruit and laughter lines the beaches and the giggles of innocents fill the air. I choose to carry the feeling of summer always even when there is nothing but chill in the air.

*All images included in this editorial are 100% unedited and authentic*

Model: @weslee_kate

Photographer: @joshuaguiles