We were out walking, Lucinda and I, in Queens Park... you know just round the pond and getting the air.... I'm not working so much so you know... I need to get out.
This autumn the trees have been beautiful, magnificent colours, reds, yellows and oranges... I think it's something to do with all the rain that fell and then the Indian summer.
I stopped under this one tree and started to fumble for my camera. I wanted to go right under it and capture the brilliant red leaves against the sky.
And I took a picture and then looked over at Lucinda and she was crying. I mean it. Really crying... and she wouldn't say why.
Well she did - she said - "It's just so sad."
But not to me. Under her breath.
And she just walked on hands in pocket and I thought it was something I had done and I tried to apologise and she kissed me. Hard. With passion and lust and desperation. And I could taste her tears and I didn't understand but you know I didn't mind.
I didn't mind at all... her eyes were filled with tears and she looked at me in a way that made me forget it all...
And we went home.
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