I love the way the light falls on the trees, paints the leaves in secret colours, hidden hues, for a moment, until you blink, until a cloud passes through.

I remember sitting on that carpet leaving my shoes at the door crossing the room crossing legs on the floor anxious trepidation afraid to be called but called upon and speaking without reservation without restraint and being seen and being heard and being held I remember being loved.

My heart racesat the thoughtof seeing you – You, a stranger;My knees quake,stomach churns.