12/09/22

The sun kissed their wet heads, and the glory of the September light
    Filled their bodies with such joy.
At the helm of life
    Forgetting time as they moved between the beach and the sea
    The rolling hills and the white houses insignificant in their size
They consumed the most gorgeous of this world's offerings
(To paraphrase) 

19/01/25

Drive. 
One hand at ten and 
One hand with two 
Of yours, clutching

SOME TIME IN SUMMER

Tracing the lines, committing to memory. The crinkles of your nose, your cresent moon smile. The small of your back and the crashing waves of your hips

You are beautiful
And that is the least interesting thing about you

10/11/25

With a love that makes my head spin, laughing just to know what I have

'It would be the priviledge of a lifetime finding my way back to you'

JANUARY

I am writing to you from somewhere near Ambleside, deep in a bitter winter landscape changed irreparably by thousands before me. I haven’t been for some time, and I found myself taking stock of the ways life has changed since I was last here.

I will not always tell you how much you are missed; I will not burden you with that knowledge. But know that I believe we share a kinship so divine it often makes me question my own sense of being. That we’d each find our own and build on this clan – three of the most beautiful souls I have ever had the honour of breaking bread with – well, this cannot have been by luck.

I’ve been thinking a lot about religion lately. We went to the cathedral (the cathedral!) to see the old school’s carol service this Christmas. I always feel cheated on such occasions. The money, the millennia of tradition, the time and the effort. The art and the expression. A life’s work dedicated to it all. I was not made to have it, but I will never understand.

These heavy skies make for a clearer head. A single silhouette breaks the skyline, so clear-cut in the winter sunshine. I feel a deep envy for somebody just like me, perhaps conquering hills just like mine.

No. To conquer is perverse. I am merely a guest, so grateful for their hospitality. A guest whose presence is surely not noticed.

It is easy to find religion in these hills. It is easier to find it in your company.