Cold air flows into the room
Through the slightly open window
It brings a chill
To the start of the day
Which already
Is almost in clear light
The mind is unruffled
Easy in its awareness
Of all things past and present
With some hopes for the future
That a stream might splash
Over the rocks as it travels
Sixty years ago
Yes, it does seem like a long time
A young boy
Happy and energetic
Not quite a free spirit
But open for that to be encouraged
Eighty miles away
Yes, it does sound like a fair distance
Hardly to know a coastline
Or an oceanic horizon
That would have been further still
That would come later
The window is closed now
No point letting warm air escape
Lightness though increases
The double glazing is no barrier
Time moves ever onwards
As I believe was always the way
