You can't tell the Davsters... but I'm carrying on a love affair with my drive to work. We only meet a few times a week. And even then, I'm always on the move. No matter what the conditions, my drive to work is happy to see me, and the sky always opens up into a sparkling, smiling blue. The colour of the fields as I drive by makes my heart race and as I turn toward the theatre, I know my heart will ache with the trials of separation until we can meet again.
Monday, 23 July 2012
07.08
You can't tell the Davsters... but I'm carrying on a love affair with my drive to work. We only meet a few times a week. And even then, I'm always on the move. No matter what the conditions, my drive to work is happy to see me, and the sky always opens up into a sparkling, smiling blue. The colour of the fields as I drive by makes my heart race and as I turn toward the theatre, I know my heart will ache with the trials of separation until we can meet again.
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