Autumn has come to Australia, and already the first leaves are turning. I saw poplars on the weekend, tall green summer trees with the first streaks of a transient golden glory.
There will be reds and golds and rich carpets of fallen splendour, before the drifts of brown leaves lie beneath bare branches under a grey and sodden sky.
But for the moment… I remember…
I remember Aquatic Park in San Francisco, we two lovers walking hand in hand along the water’s edge. Poignant, because the next day we were to seperate and there would be oceans between us and months or years before we saw each other again. But that day had been perfect, unsurpassed in life.
We embraced at the end of the sand, our bodies close and our lips closer. Life was sweet and love was in every breath, every caress, every beat of our shared hearts.
That was years ago. We see each other now and then, maybe once or twice a year. They are with somebody else now, and I wish them both the very best of life and love.
Autumn’s leaves and Nat King Cole, however, never fail to take me back to that golden moment, our footprints walking back into the mist of the past.
C’est une chanson, qui nous ressemble
Toi tu m’aimais, et je t’aimais
Nous vivions tous, les deux ensemble
Toi qui m’aimais, moi qui t’aimais
Mais la vie sépare ceux qui s’aiment
Tout doucement sans faire de bruit
Et la mer efface sur le sable les pas des amants désunis
Britni
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