So there I am, leaving the brutality of the Pennine Moors for the gentleness of the flatlands; the Wolds, the coast of, peaceful, agricultural, Lincolnshire
So there I am, I am leaving my past and my present behind me, as I head out to my present, and to my future
And with this message in my mind I observe the skies; passing over where Larkin’s Whitsun Wedding train may well have travelled
To the East there is greyness in abundance; I think to email my new found friend, of the frames of our world renowned ‘big skies’
To the West, and South there are pinks, and golds, and fleeting glimpses of that boldest, brightest blue; that oldest blue of love, which is all that I can say of love, in this precisely precious moment
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