Travelling in a wet grey morning out of Glasgow towards Aviemore the train windows reflect the urban decay, graffiti covered slums which many call home. We are transported towards a rural landscape of autumn trees casting leaves of many colors. Snow covers the Perthshire hills ice fills the ponds in the fields, my thoughts are very much on your love which is my joy, the mountains are in the distance majestic and wild, we have known many seasons, we are older and have a thirst for life. We walk through the snow hand in hand and breathe the Highland air and part of me thinks on how lucky we are to share such moments and memories together.
Michael Cochrane ©
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