At Low Newton ...

I walked through the shallows with Julia -

The cold shining waves pearled our skin - 

Julia had braided her hair - 

I felt the wind through my thin blue shirt - 

There were yachts moored beyond the rocks -

Delicate clouds veiled the sky -

We crossed the small bay, stirring the fine sand -

I would remember these moments -

Julia's voice, the way she smiled - 

19 July 2022

Low Newton