Curled into the slow ending of a day. Stillness cupped in the muted cry of gulls and the soft crush of waves on rocks. There is only the rise and fall of breath and the unhurried metamorphosis of light. From winter blue to the soft opal sheen of peach and lilac and aquamarine. Straight lines of colour against an infinite backdrop of blue. A stripped afternoon edging into night. With only the gossamer ties of whispered words and the quiet lull of music to frame the day. Warm arms. The rhythmic eloquence of a heartbeat. The fading of the painted sky into indigo, magik’d with stars. And no place I’d rather be, than in the twilight dark with you.