The September wind drifts through the branches, carrying away summer's lingering heat — the air begins to hold the first breath of autumn.
Looking back over these past few months — through blazing sun, sweat and oil, through the constant push and pull between air-conditioned rooms and the heat outside — your skin has become a parchment written with the whole of summer.
Across its surface: the warmth of sunlight, the scent of the sea, and the marks left by a life in motion. As the season turns toward early autumn, this parchment has gathered a little dryness, a little tension, along its surface.


