Hayley Marie Coppin has found the most beautiful spot, a gnarled old tree casting its dappled shade against a warm stone wall, the light playing through the canopy above in shifting, golden patterns. She stands against the trunk wrapped in the most gorgeous floral kimono, all swirling pink and blue paisley on silk, her long blonde hair loose around her shoulders as she peeks through the branches with those impossibly blue eyes. The dappled sunlight falls across her like nature's own filter, turning the already beautiful into something altogether dreamy and painterly.
She lets the kimono fall open slowly, and then away from her shoulders entirely, the bright fabric pooling at the base of the tree as Hayley leans back against the rough bark, bare skin warmed by the shifting patches of sun that find their way through the leaves. She tilts her chin up, eyes half-closed, utterly peaceful and achingly beautiful, the shade and light moving over her in turns. This is fun of the most beautiful kind, and the tree looks rather lucky to have her leaning against it.