Your sort of day. We walked to the field beyond the gate, down the slope and back again. Clumps of snowdrops everywhere.
And I imagined you were there.
The way you were when I was young. The age of my son and the years beyond. On days like this we would have walked.
My girl wide eyed. Open fields and open skies. And my boy - grown beyond the one you know.
We talked of you on the way back home.
Of early spring. Snowdrops, crocus, daffodils. I told my son you loved these things.
And we said goodbye - to winter light and winter skies. Blinked at sun through narrowed eyes.
Whilst all around us light - stood right here you see for miles.
So for you. The top of the field and our view. Winters end and spring anew... x
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