I'm wearing the smile you gave me.

Pack the Lemons

It’s time to knock the black sand from your shoes and pack for home. You stuff the suitcase with your clothes and the little shampoos you can’t seem to resist –mementos from a well-deserved winter getaway. Standing on the terrace for the last time, you breathe in a place that literally smells like another world from home. The subtle fragrance of the lemon trees stirs you and you make a last-minute decision to leave your platform sandals. They’re replaceable. The lemons, however, are a memory you can’t leave behind and a customs risk you're willing to take.

Positano, Italy
2016