01/09/2026
★★★ The Archive Journal
Summer Notes | 009
August has its own kind of time.
Slower, warmer, made of days that seem to stretch a little further into the evening.
Somewhere between the mountains and the valley, between an old market and a country road, I found myself collecting little fragments of summer — things seen, found and remembered.
The kind of days that leave you with dusty shoes, a few treasures in your bag and the feeling that you have been away, even when you haven't really gone anywhere.
And now, almost without noticing, August is over....
Hello September...... ★★★