Sitting beside our slumbering hound, wrapped in a cocoon of peaceful warmth, we while away the hours

From busy to quiet in the blink of an eye, planes carried the men of the house to far away destinations yesterday.

Our son is home from university during his Easter vacation, and the house is full once again these days.

The morning has dawned, soft and full of yearning, and I steal myself away into a moment of solitude.

We went walking on the beach this afternoon at the close of a getaway snatched from the jaws of everyday time.

The day dawned blue bright as I stepped outside for my morning walk. The sun’s warm embrace, filtered through the breeze, kissed my face

It’s a summer born of sunshine and vanishing. Light bleeds through the essence of every evaporating moment and I can only think and feel in fragments.

Walking up the steeply winding slope, I pull away from the city’s warm embrace and into an ethereal world

It’s Thanksgiving Day here in the USA. I sit in our tiny garden spilling over with flowers and watch the hummingbirds hovering on their jewelled wings of speed.

Shifting sands move under our feet as we find ourselves back on the beach. The scene sharpens and we talk through the landscape of a gathering evening.

We flew home into the blue of beyond two weeks ago. In a few days we will catch a plane to the tomorrow of a southern French sun.