I still look up to the sky… at day to the shades of blue and the rhythm of clouds and at night to the cloak of darkness and textured shine and to the moon doing its silvery quiet wake for the day that passed…
thinking of you… as no matter where we are and how many nautical miles are between us, we always share the sky…
and I try to imagine how smooth or rough the sea might be and the extent of reflection and hue of blue in the waves and how the sky and single drops of water form your horizon… while I listen out into the solitude of my room… sometimes… in the dark… trying to hear your smile…
