The spring that held no remorse for my yearning for warm tones on my skin.
Bare and chilled. The cold air wrapped itself around my fingertips.
Soft hues of lavender began to appear on my lips as the sun began to set.
We ran through the fields of wild flowers. No wind could tame them as they stood between the routes of my legs.. The pedals whispered my fate of love you not's.
Images by Nicole Marcelli
Models and a special thank you to
Steffy Sick Girl