Sycamore Gap and Lost Hearts ...

The wind caught my fatah scarf - I wound the brave fabric more closely around my neck - 

We were in Sycamore Gap - we'd just scrambled down from Highshield Crags - it was late afternoon - 

I wrote some words in my notebook, but I soon stopped doing so -

I gazed at the dark tree before me - I knew that it would haunt my dreams - 

The wind grew stronger - clouds raced across the dsky - 

I thought of the wind blowing over the park in Lost Hearts - 

If I could see them, there would be faces, whirling around me like pale leaves - 

July 9 2014

Sycamore Gap