Some evenings are so breathtakingly stunning you don’t want them to end. Ever. And as everyone else is packing their stuff back in the car while some are already reserving their seats — so ready to return to their homes — you run back to the sea and the sky and the sand asking for one more infinite minute. That is your home.
Randomly Abstract 
I’m glad you ran back, for one more infinite minute.
So am I. ❤
Agreeddd! ❤
We’re the same kind of people. 🙂
Ugh I loved every part of this❤️! And sometimes, when you really, genuinely have a good time without any negativity nagging you, I try to lock it in my memory, sort of my version of infinity I guess. But ygm?
Such a beautiful post, your words will follow me. Stirring post, thank you for the share. 🙂
Thank you so much. Very kind of you. ❤