Here in the UK it's now after midnight on the tenth of May, the early hours of a Monday morning, the same day of the week as it was on this date eleven years ago.
There was a great sunset earlier this evening, a particular kind of dramatic lighting André always loved, storm clouds and sunshine combined. He would often point it out. It always reminds me of him.
The words aren't flowing tonight so here's a copy of Arlene's painting instead.
With love x
