Léna Verselle

A peek inside my wardrobe…

White linen, golden hills

I spread my blanket between the hills and feel the sand warming my bare feet. The breeze gets into my linen shirt, while my lace shorts collect a few grains to take home with me. I keep promising to leave before evening, then come up with another perfectly good excuse for five more minutes in the sun.

Lena sits hugging her knees in a white shirt and cream lace shorts, red toenails visible on a black blanket against golden hills. — I save a little sunshine for tomorrow.

Lena sits with bent legs on a black blanket, wearing a white shirt and cream lace shorts, barefoot against golden hills. — I bargain for five more minutes of sunshine.

Lena sits in a white shirt and cream lace shorts, soles raised towards the camera, on a black blanket among golden hills. — I let my shoes sulk in the bag.

Lena sits at an angle on a black blanket, holding her white shirt, wearing cream lace shorts in front of golden hills. — I keep finding sand inside my sleeves.

Lena lies on her side with her head resting on one hand, wearing a white shirt and cream shorts, barefoot on a black blanket. — I claim this little spot for a nap.

Lena sits cross-legged on a black blanket, hands resting on her ankles, wearing a white shirt and cream lace shorts against golden hills. — I stay still until the next giggle arrives.

Lena stands barefoot on a black blanket, wearing an open white shirt and cream lace shorts, surrounded by sand and golden hills. — I let the breeze take charge of my hair.

Lena sits with crossed ankles and hands around her legs, red fingernails and toenails, white shirt and cream lace shorts on a black blanket. — I start counting grains, then hand in my resignation.

Lena kneels on a black blanket, turned partly away and looking back, wearing a white shirt open at the back and cream lace shorts. — I pay attention the moment someone mentions snacks.

Lena lies on her stomach with her face in her hands and feet raised, wearing a white shirt and cream shorts on a black blanket. — I mentally plan a wildly oversized afternoon snack.

Lena walks barefoot across sand in an open white shirt and cream lace shorts, with the black blanket behind her against golden hills. — I discover the sand keeps every bit of warmth.

Lena appears in a close portrait with loose brown hair, holding her open white shirt, seated before golden hills beneath a blue sky. — I pretend to forget when we should head home.

Lena sits with bent legs and both arms stretched overhead, wearing a white shirt and cream lace shorts on a black blanket among hills. — I stretch and quietly scale back my plans.

I look for an excuse to stay until evening.

Lena reclines on a black blanket with bare legs raised and crossed, wearing a white shirt and cream lace shorts against golden hills. — I postpone leaving by one tiny minute.