my favourite sandy beach disappeared a while ago. now a vast expanse of mud. i mentioned it to julie & she said that’s just what rivers do. the river has taken away the beach, & at some point in the future it will replace it, maybe. maybe the same, maybe different.
there’s nothing metaphorical in this it was just some words we said to each other to pass time to fill the emptiness before other things.
twelve months into this & still learning.