21/04/2026
Some places don’t just stay in photographs… they stay in you.
Between old English cottages, under a cascade of bougainvillea,
time felt softer, slower, almost like it knew we needed it to be.
Pink spilling over white walls,
laughter drifting through familiar voices,
and somewhere in between it all;
a version of me I’ve been growing into.
Funny how something so wild, so effortless,
can still feel so put together.
Maybe that’s why I’ve always loved bougainvillea…
it reminds me a little of you,
and a little of who I’m becoming.
