Whether you’re driving back home, chilling by pool, or just sat at a coffee shop killing time, there’s something about the last few hours before the sun sets during summer that feels a bit heartwarming, and simultaneously bittersweet – Call it the 5:00PM shadow cast, the sepia faded tone over your roses colored glasses, or simply, longing. 

Late last month, a post came to surface and raided almost everyone’s instagram timeline (mine included). It was about a new music festival, yes a festival, called “Palm” which was set to take place in The Kingdom of Bahrain within the next year.

I think of you so often, and it’s hard not to do so – I’ve tried, but to no avail. In all honesty, It doesn’t shock me; I mean why would it, we’ve immersed into each other’s lives so immensely that it’s hard not to pick myself up and not be drenched with the imprinted thoughts that you’ve left behind.