In the wake of spring when beautiful things begin to bloom and unfold an unexpected wind came coasting in. At first I was indifferent to the breeze not wanting to get caught up in its wake. Yet, little by little, early morning coffee sessions, midnight drives, sitting beneath trees-it blossomed. It blossomed delicately and suddenly and we both embraced it.
River walks to fancy dinners at Marcello’s and kissing at red lights-an epic windswept adventure. Where our eyes smile from our cheeks and we laugh at things we can only understand, a secret between lovers.
We journey hand in hand, wherever the journey may lead, for this time is ours.
*A picture of I and the blokes walk from our time by the river.