VIVID MARE. ☼ a humble invitation borne from the tide the afternoon has grown golden, lemon trees are heavy with their fragrance—and somewhere, somewhere beyond our old unadorned harbour, the sea keeps its everlasting glee with the sunset breeze. and so, amidst such effulgence, we set forth this little letter, meant for the tenderness of a wandering heart. may this missive washed upon your shore gently. if you would welcome a new acquaintance, inscribe your name below, dear wanderer, and let us find one another.