Still...
12:19 pm Wednesday, 21st March, 2007
Maybe one hot sunny day in the summer I'll spend the day riding around the lakes on my motorbike with someone I've met up with, if only for the while. Up and over the tops and down the other side, along narrow winding roads to a secluded inlet or river bank where we'll have a dip and play and make love for hours in the sun. The only sounds, besides ourselves and maybe the distant drone of a harvester, that of the water and the day itself.
What a way to spend that day - I could live with that.
Sure, call me quixotic - but, given the odds, I wouldn't be here if I wasn't.
