Travel changes how I inhabit myself. Some places let me arrive softly — slower, warmer, less guarded. I don’t travel to be seen. I travel to remember how little I need between my body and the world.

Good morning from 🇲🇦 Morocco

Back in Spain.
Quiet light, warm air, bare skin again. I return changed, loved, intact. Not a pose — just a soft coming home.

Half an hour from her now. The Second Day of Christmas still lingering, winter pressed against the windows. I’m heading straight into steaming mulled wine, bare skin, familiar warmth — and later, tangled together, booking ourselves new January escapes. Love makes distance shrink.