I saw the gulls fly this morning
In waves in sky through misty windshield
I saw the beach of the East, I saw you

I spill my coffee, and wipe wet hands on
Pant legs, stained, but that is OK
It is OK, how I look, how I am, I am free

I fly, as the gulls, in grey skies, chilled
As I shiver by Northern winds, my Southwestern blood
Running, running, cold, I am running to you

You are the mirror of my sky, and I see myself
Better, with you, will you see you, better
With me, my Love, my Sweetheart?

And so it begins ...Be safe, be happy, be loved...

Hi Leigh
I set out before light on Saturday.
I am so ready for an adventure and to meet Christopher.

xxx