Heather Bed

She sang in wild hair and bruised shins, they called her things but she was the happy one. The forest was locked within her eyes, its roots grew deep within the space of her mind. The heather was waking from its winter slumber with their tiny buds stretching skywards as she coaxed them. There is such an air about her, this beautiful aura about her being that you can’t touch. Sometimes people’s qualities are inexplicable, but it’s okay because you don’t ever need to explain them, you just enjoy them for everything they are.

Model is Libby.