I was there a hot summer day of 2011. The memory started to fade but now I feel the breezy flow through the window from Westlake and the warm air from a cup of tea dissolves into the humidity surroundings. I can barely remember what book I was reading, but that was one light purposeless but grounded day in my life.
I was there a hot summer day of 2011. The memory started to fade but now I feel the breezy flow through the window from Westlake and the warm air from a cup of tea dissolves into the humidity surroundings. I can barely remember what book I was reading, but that was one light purposeless but grounded day in my life.
Thank you for sharing the story.
Amazing that you were there for an early iteration of it!
It sounds magical. I wish I could go there.