Treasure is on the horizon
Some women are drawn to the horizon. You can recognize them by the jingle of their bangles and the way their silks flutter like a sail in the offshore breeze.
Time to leave
Air against the skin. The feeling that freedom is nothing more than a thin line between you and the ground.
Beyond silk
Hidden within the ties are dreams of faraway places. Nameless destinations, endless mornings. Silk knows no schedule.
