XO-LP // Laura Palmer


Love Letters to a New Year.

It's August?

Summer swept me West, sunny afternoons lead to cool mountain evenings rather than sticky Iowa mornings and humid Iowa afternoons. I spent more time away from my sweet city this year than I have in ten years and the days sped by like seconds. So here we find ourselves: in August.

Let it be a sunny one where we make the most of each bit of summery freedom we have left.

To August.


Laura PalmerComment