In the quiet countryside, where time unwinds,
White laundry dances in the breeze, so refined.
A patchwork of sheets, like clouds in the sky,
Hung on the line, where the gentle winds sigh.
Sun-kissed cotton sways from side to side, As whispers of a simpler life coincide. Pegs secure the fabric with a loving touch, Nature’s artistry, a tranquil clutch.
The clothesline becomes a canvas, pure and bright, In the open air, bathed in soft sunlight. Crisp shirts and dresses, a spectral array, Embracing the serenity of a laundry day.
Fields of green, a backdrop serene, Witness to a domestic scene. Purity in simplicity, a rustic affair, White laundry flutters, suspended in the air.
Pictures: Paco Grafie
Underwear: Edge o’Beyond
Shorts: Antica Sartoria Positano by Giacomo Cinque
Jacket: Pam Pinay
Shoes: New Yorker, Hat: Collin Paris
