yesterday, as you strolled north on Franklin, you were having a fab time snapping selfies. it seemed to me that you were really feeling yourself—and i could see why. in your satin bronze slip dress, you were completely unencumbered. you could feel that not-warm-yet-not-cool, late August breeze course thru your fit and glide across your skin and moved with the zest that comes along with feeling it. not the sultry velvet one of deep summer, rather, the mellow breeze which i'd, coincidentally, also describe as satin. i bet it felt blissful jaunting thru the sun yesterday. i watched from my periph as you walked past to play it cool, but i think you noticed me admiring you(r energy and gender euphoria) because you let out a playful laugh when you glanced my way and i totally couldn't help but coyly grin—holding back a giggle myself. nothing like this lovely time of year when we can wear pieces that feel so freeing, amirite? ...or, to live vicariously thru people who can :)

~ signed, the masc person in the breezy crop top wearing the ik-you-know-what-color pants ;)