Drenched in sunshine with salt on your skin, the happy holiday memories. Lino patterns on the floor and bright cotton summer dresses. Those Summer Days are our freedom, treasured times when the simple things meant more.
If you could slip inside an old sepia postcard but looked through the blues from the depths of the Tahitian Lagoons there the Polynesian queen sits. Mythical in their Island paradise as they connect with nature hearing only the distant sounds of waterfalls and echoes of volcanoes now long extinct.