Unguided, innocent, the remnants of an Indian summer.
Falling leaves cover the land of the hills.
A midnight bus ride, first glimpses of love.
Deep drifts of blowing snow thru a single pane window.
The warmth of an old bed, good conversation, and flirtation.
Warm trade winds, salty skin, and the sweet smell of tropical soils,
Starry skies, white sands, he waits.
By sail, reuniting, dusty roads to a seaside retreat.
Simple love, life moving one frame at a time.
Barometric chaos, northern retreats.
Corporate ambitions, nautical obsessions, the world keeps spinning.
Waiting, thinking, living, exploring.
High pressure systems, a southerly breeze, the road home.
A southern reunion, a full heart, the path is clear.
Thick, muggy air, cultural confusion, follow the setting sun, go west.
New horizons, swamps, deserts, high mountain plains, eyes wide open.
Life on the edge of a continent, living to the pulse of southern hemisphere groundswell.
Basking sun, long walks, pattering feet, first steps, no sleep,
Bound by partnership.
A first stretch, new interests born.
Passports, over an ocean, damp, moss covered cobblestone streets.
Bare floors, a covered table, familiar photos, tastes and smells.
A first garden, clutching, drumbeats, housemates.
French wines and cheeses, cool med breezes, indo mystique.
Colonial charm, damp winter nights, little ladies emerging.
New thoughts, new dreams, come and go.
White sails, jellyfish hunters wading, afternoon dips, 3 in one.
New drums beating, the path emerges.
Sawdust and sweat, heart and soul.
A stranger, light then darkness…..red sky this morning.
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