Vacation Bloom Skirts

The wind doesn’t blow for anyone.It simply passes — brushing her hair, lifting the edge of her skirt.She doesn’t stop walking.Sunlight leans across her shoulder, the noise fades behind her,and her skirt begins to tell a quiet story of freedom.She doesn’t chase trends, nor fear time.Her pace is calm, yet every step is certain.The way her skirt moves isn’t random — it’s her rhythm,soft, but never hesitant.Every pleat holds the warmth of her days,every sway answers the gaze of the world.True elegance isn’t about being seen —it’s about being felt.When her skirt catches the light,that glow becomes her aura.No need for words, no need to prove —she simply is.A skirt can hold the spring, and walk through the autumn.It doesn’t belong to a season, but to a moment —the moment when she breathes,and chooses to be free.On the other side of the wind,there she is — moving, quietly, beautifully.