I remember when the sunlight had a special kind of brightness..... Frank Sinatra
And you could hear a laughter from across the street,
now all I hear are thunder claps and the pitter patter of rain drops,
I can barely hear the onions sizzle as I spoon-push the slices into the oil as I make my meal.
Yellow Days, where'd you go?
I want you back, I need the rain to stop. I'll take the sunshine anyhow; harsh or tender like I've styled these yellow jeans in neutrals or colors many times before.
|Element Denim jeans / Audrey Brooke flats / local shop shirt / IGII clutch|