I could believe, if I wanted to, that with all those gulls in the silver, white and grey sky, then the sea could easily be over the horizon.
You might choose to share this thought-stream, from the evidence of your own personal vista. Pray tell of your unique, over the top dreams, themes, dramas, and convictions.
There are times when I could be embarrassed, there are occasions when I need to find a place to hide.
Not out here though, not beneath the bare trees that rest beside the canal, along the snow covered path, that might easily never end.
You might choose to walk with me for a while, have fun seeing your own breath, inhale the smoke from the silage-stacked fires, and gaze down the endless corridor of limes.
There are those times when you may be embarrassed, those intemperate occasions, when you may need to find a place to hide.
