5 years ago. Thursday, October 1, 2020 at 3:30 PM
Whist up on the mountain, I looked at the vastness of space.
No light pollution to erase the splendid spender of the pinpricks of glistening light.
The mountain stream leaps and caresses the rocks with it's ice cold touch,
Next to me, my love her warmth is in my heart, warming my body.
No phone, no internet nothing but us, insignificant dots under the heavens,
But to ourselves not insignificant, we are the centre of the universe, touching, holding, caressing, loving.
Long may it continue.
