NO.176 Xia

On a midsummer afternoon, a young girl steps barefoot onto the wooden balcony. A gentle breeze brushes against the hem of her thin white gauze dress. Sunlight filters through the vines, casting dappled shadows across her shoulders and collarbone. She tilts her head slightly, her long hair lifted softly by the warm wind, her eyes filled with a lazy yet clear summer drowsiness. The delicate texture of her skin, the glossy sheen of sweat, the warm tones of the wood grain, and the lush green plants intertwine into a flowing summer whisper—soft, authentic, and full of vitality.

Chun Momo