|The Humber, 19 November 2012|
I shall have to go and walk along its receded edge some day soon. Perhaps on a frosted wintery day, when the wind is still and the surface is less agitated. Perhaps then, I can shake its hand, become its friend, begin to build a bridge of sorts between where I was and where I am now. Perhaps then, I can find a level, and balance this new horizon and begin again.