What I miss
Wandering around the city centre, earphones in, observing life with a soundtrack.
Apple sandwiches on soft white bread (with just a sprinkle of sugar).
Running away from a soaking wet golden retriever before she shakes herself dry.
Long train journeys.
Hiking up hills, across moors, a fresh breeze in my face, a warm flask of hot chocolate in my rucksack.
My Dad bring home ice cream from Gallone’s (Italian made, milk ice cream with raspberry sauce).
Cold early mornings on the river, water rushing round my legs, the quiet zip of the rod and line.
The building excitement of an eagerly anticipated movie.
Freewheeling down a long long road, feet off the pedals, close to flying.
A crescent of honeydew melon leaving juice slick on my cheeks.
The deep silence at 5am.
Exploring new places, lost in my own thoughts.
Lying on the grass, watching clouds scroll lazily across the sky.