Tuesday 13th October
The last few days have seen a series of beautiful blue sky moments, few clouds, just the clearest and brightest of cerulean atmospheres.
And I have taken to looking skyward, searching for little signs of you.
A fluffy, white cloud scudding past.
An shimmering aeroplane destined for distant shores.
A prism of rainbow colours.
Sunbeams dancing through the branches of trees.
A watery halo around the sun.
So many places where I look for you.
“When I look to the sky,
something tells me
you’re here with me.”
You are here with me, aren’t you?
Are you with me, are you with me?
I know that you are.