There’s something about summer that loosens time’s grip—days spill long and golden, and the air hums with a kind of remembered freedom. The kind we knew before we ever questioned stillness. Before we thought twice about lying down in a field just to watch the sky shift. In these moments, softened by sleep and scent, we return to that quiet instinct—to rest, to dream, to feel the world without needing to name it. — from the Principal’s Daughter journal Pictured: Double-Cloth Linen Bedcover in Chocolate