We were caught in a torrential downpour during our Sunday stroll this morning. But there’s something quite comforting about hearing the sound of the rain beating on the leaves of the forest canopy overhead . . . and feeling
the droplets on ones bare skin.
It reminded me of a similar stroll, below, in the rainforest in 1982 . . . from
our #polaroidspast albums.
For more Sinful fun this Sunday kiss the lips below!

Be Proud of Who You Were . . . and Be Proud of Who
You Have Become!
Xxx – K
Xxx – K


