Edward's Diary Entry 26 - Only when hearts travel…

A new day dawns over this very special hill, bringing a joyful red colouring. Not the red sky in the morning at which shepherd’s take warning, but rather the rosy hue of the undersides of clouds that promise another wonderful day. My Love is far away, thousands of miles, as if miles or feet made any difference. Because when your Love is not present, or when maybe you forget Her for a moment, distance is infinite. What we cannot touch, we tend to think does not exist. But that’s not true. Today my Love woke up with me, showered with me, made coffee with me, held the mug in Her hand with me, looked at me, smiled at me, came downstairs with me, opened the door to the frosty morning and walked round the house with me. And then, when I was looking at the rosy red morning, She held fast to my heart and watched the sunrise with me, and rejoiced with me. We were apart. We were together. And we saw a new dawn rising – I, here just under the hill, and She, already walking quickly to her kitchen to prepare another daily menu for Her guests. Continents apart, and yet I could not believe that She was somewhere else. Because She was with me, thrilled at the sight of a new dawn over Mulberry Hill, as seen through my eyes. She was looking through my very eyes. At a dawn that pierced the pores of my cold face, warming the linings of my beating heart, as I and She looked at the beauty of the snowy ground, the solitary trees, the clumps of grass and the silhouette of the horizon, bringing a new day full of promises, full of hope, full of the palpitating presence of poetry in the sky translated into the communion of spirit that can only be Ours. And so I said, thank you, my Love. You saw the sunrise with me, and you were here, and there, and everywhere our hearts care to wander.