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