...this comes down to a terrible fear of being left alone...
‘From small things, big things may come.’
“Is it cold?” asked an elderly couple standing in their anoraks on the sand.
Someone once told me that the heat of the sun is like a mother’s love.
The journey is to learn to be happy here, but sometimes the journey to happiness can get a little heavy.
There’s a strange tree growing in the flower bed in our garden.