Unfinished...

The wind blows, a cold wind with a secret that stops me in my tracks. It carries a hint of days gone past and days to come, and for a second I'm torn between the two of them, struggling to hang onto this moment. And then it's something else; sweetness and light, the smell of you, all around me and sweeping past me and bringing a smile to my face. I close my eyes and when I open them the wind has stopped and you are there. I take your hand and we walk down avenues and along beaches as the sun smiles on us. You ask me what time it is and I look but my watch is broken. “Look,” I say, as I show it to you. You smile and we walk on in silence, a silence that envelops us and binds us together: our happy secret, the secret the wind was whispering to anyone who would listen.