Perpetual crickets, the whispers of a lapping sound, a slickly pebbled beach that lolls into the sunflare, monarchs on the milkweed. A wide, white wooded room that glows like the inside of a cloud at dawn. No notifications, lots of horizon line, the salty breeze that gets stuck in my curls. Stay at @thelinbeachhouse, eat local sea things (and excellent Italian almond cookies), forget everything normal-life, remember your breath, that you’re a natural creature. Love to @thebookofbam for hosting and @cavoores for collaborating. Next on the agenda: Staying a month, forgetting more, being more, and swimming the most.