Spaces Between Leaves

Scarborough Beach SunsetWinter branches sway. Glimpses of blue-gold sunkissed sky, gently swept aside.

Evening light recalls a summer night, alone with you on Scarborough Beach. Young, without a care… we decided we’d sleep there, under a blanket of stars and January moon. West Coast Highway a distant hum beyond the dunes.

Somewhere tonight its that night still. We’re asleep on the sand and the ocean is still and I still love you… in the fading light and the millions upon millions of tiny spaces between leaves.

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