I Forgot How Much I Loved…
Prose by Ada J. Raven
I forgot how much I loved the sound of wind and water, white noise crashing against my eardrums in a cacophony of softness
New loves like marmite on toast can’t compare to the old and true loves of my soul.
There will always be wind and sea and sun, I hope, until the latter burns out and we are lost forever.
Until then, however, I’ll enjoy the view from my little stowaway table in our little apartment by the sea.