“When I was young I used to watch the night sky for hours, looking for shooting stars. When they fell, I’d go and look for them in my backyard,” the traveller beside me on our sunset cruise said, as she gazed up at the night, waiting for a star to drop.…
It was morning, becoming late morning quickly. As it does when your head is under the duvet, denying the intrusion of sunlight. And you, an early riser, always, you let me lie in. You didn’t make a sound. I would have heard; I was listening closely, waiting for you. It…
