The things that matter

We woke,

went into the garden

to have our coffee.

I imagined I could smell the sea.

Like the heroine in

the book,

Rebecca.



Hastings,
California,

worlds apart

yet filling my senses with the

smell of salt and the memories

I made in these places.


How quickly this life flashes past,
and memories come
out of nowhere,

perhaps just from a word,
that someone said.

Dear readers
do I weary you?
I've deleted three blogs now.


And yet,
I still wish
that you
can smell the sea
with me