The seconds move on. Each minute, hour, day, year. The seconds move on and part of me does not. The days are right, the calendar come round again; it could be six years gone. The love is still the same; the ache may fade and change and become scabbed but that love does not. Six years gone and part of my heart still beats the seconds for you.
I hope I see the Moon tonight; always the same Moon, Pixie. Always your Dragon.
With blazing hot weather burning London, Heather and I were grateful to escape to the slightly cooler north-west of England, as we often to this time of year, to see that branch of the Coopers, open air theatre, and one of my favourite cities.