It was a beautiful morning. We went out for a tea and coffee first thing. I walked, he drove. It was still cold but the sun was coming. Sitting on the Prom waiting for the cafe to open, I let the sun shine on my face. Upturned like a flower craving warmth and yellow, I closed my eyes to it. Good Morning, a few passersby called out, Good Morning. The sea was a lapping, a gentle rollling of water on shingle. A flat-lining sort of morning. Lovely. I thank God for it. Always.
