I pull back my curtains, it’s the start of the day. A silvery sun is shimmering above a motionless sea in the early morning sky, a sky of palest blue smudged with clouds of baby pink.
Outside my window a rose has opened. It wasn’t there yesterday. It’s the first of the year, its pink petals unfurling, bobbing in a breeze as gentle as a baby’s breath. A handful of cherry blossom petals flutter down from above.
I turn on my radio. A song wafts me back to a time when love filled my life. I close my eyes and we dance round and round, slowly, as if floating on a cushion of air. I whisper the words in her ear. ‘You are so beautiful, to me’. But it’s all in my mind. Just a distant memory.
A boy and girl walk hand in hand past my door. They slow, then smile at each other. They stop then embrace, just for a second, then walk on.
A postman is struggling up the hill, hunched, with a bulging bag on his back. A bag fuller than usual, stuffed with pink envelopes and anonymous messages of love.
He passes me by.
It's just another day.