“Whenever we can’t sleep, we listen to the ocean floor…”
I remember a time in the halcyon days of October 2015 when I lay there in bed listening to the sea of outside the window. In Bembridge and in Old Portsmouth, where my early life started. I love laying in a man’s arms and listening to the sea. Even without the desire it was beautiful. It just makes me grateful to be alive, to have lived well and to have known Love.