Aqva Divina

She was wearing a white linen dress through which one could guess her body on a late afternoon on a beach on the Mediterranean. Her skin, warmed by the sun, emanated a scent of sun oil and ripe fruit. She had spent the day doing nothing beyond belonging to herself. She was about to slip on a pair of sandals and go and dine, her hair still full of salt. One could sense freshness, simplicity, but also radiant femininity.