Westport lake. A splendid place to visit is one of our local reservoirs. It helps supply the Trent and Mersey canal. In winter when the trees and bushes are skeletal the warm glow of a sunset can make it seem anything but cold. Pleasant memory of a walk with my hubby.
Holding hands? After forty years we still do. But sometimes I just need to let go. When I’m typing, it’s impossible to type left handed. Impossible to chose the picture I want to use. Impossible to add tabs, categories. Sometimes you need a bit of freedom. The chance to do your own thing. Not tied together, feeling like you have to support the other one. It’s not just typing, it’s all the other things I would like to do, but I’m sure he feels the same way. Life, together, sometimes it’s hard to know when to let go (but stay together).