#lovechs
I am searching for love. Looking for it right now under seashells and behind moss-dripped live oaks. I am looking at the bottom of pluff muddy rivers and on top of gentle salty waves. I am searching on the endless sandy beaches, below tall steeples and beside prickly palmetto trees.
The end of summer has worn me out. It has hurt me in ways I didn't think possible. Every morning for the past month, I woke up dreading the long, steamy, sultry days that September clings desperately onto. I am tired of this game she plays with me with her threats of hurricanes while she taunts me with promises of cooler temperatures. Every year she burns me like no other. And I am falling out of love with the city that brings me these hopeless messages.
As I find myself yearning for cool mornings, cold waters, and warm wooly sweaters, I decided it would be more useful to try to fall in love again. So I am on a search for love inside this pretty city. It won't be hard to find the beauty. But to stay in love through those long summer months will be the trick.
You can follow my efforts to find love where it once was over on Instagram (@libbywilliamsphotos). Join me in my search for love again by hashtagging your own photos #lovechs