March 10, 2012

My dearest,

We are walking back to the car after coffee and cake. I unlock the car and get in but you’re still standing outside. What are you doing?

There’s a leaf, you say, on the ground, next to the drain. It’s rubbish, I say, get in.

No, you say, it’s beautiful.

And how right you are.

Yours, ever and always.