Dear Pasley Island... | part I

I miss you bunches. Your gorgeous rugged shore, the moss you wore so brilliantly, the deer that stood and listened in on our conversations, the inspiring women that came and met on your land. I miss you. The late nights wrapped in blankets sipping wine and chatting, our amazing host (who I envy so), the trees, the water, the mountains in the distance, the rainbows, the whiskey sours, the delicious food, even the rain and fog. I miss you.

(part II to follow – with a bit of Jinky goodness : )