Inspo from our friends! It was terribly irresponsible, I suppose. The nights we stayed up walking in the woods, or painting in the Foley's barn. Five in the morning was our bedtime, and who was there to stop us? As far as I remember, we're alone.
Pelagic: “She loved the sea. She liked the sharp salty smell of the air, and the vastness of the horizons bounded only by a vault of azure sky above. It made her feel small, but free as well. Martin, A Storm of Swords