I awoke this morning, long before the sun was anywhere near the horizon. My bedroom was full of thought and air bubbles, all the colour of grey slate and my mind was as full as the lungs in the birds who were starting their morning calls. I usually sleep well and long and I wondered, why that had happened?
I thought back to you.
I tried hard to remember when I felt the first pulls of love towards you, then back further still to when we’d had the first conversation where I’d watched your face but not heard your words, because my heart had been captured in the net of your presence; when did that happen?
