Would you share a memory with me
What would you like
A summer memory
I have many
But here is one
I was sitting with my love
On a sharp shingle ridge
We were in our beach chairs
Both of us were reading
I was as normal reading Joan Didion
Which was for some reason
Was my go to beach book on warm summer days
Jane was reading a gentle wartime novel
She was heavy eyed as the breeze was relaxing
The sea which was a few feet below us was calm
But I detected that it was in a drunken state
We were floating like seabirds on the trade winds
I had last felt this pleasure many years ago
When visiting Formentera with my blind parents