I asked my love to give me shelter
And all she offered me were dreams
Of all the moments spent together
That move like never ending streams
(Yes- Run through the Light) Lyric by Trevor Horn.
On the cusp of adulthood being young and in love is a wonderful feeling. I took my love one autumn evening for a walk in the local golf course. We had been courting awhile and our relationship was at the heavy petting level. Winshing is what the old ones would call it. We were fourteen year old and in love. Continue reading “A post-Valentine post”
Boadicea's Chariot 