We often went there just for silence
to those dunes where you would share
an orange with a seagull,
the colour seemed so out-of-place,
amidst the grey and beige of Winter,
and then go back to warmth of home and good,
our little universe, it seemed it was enough
to build our castle on tranquility
and sea shells we had taken with us
and like a seagull who loves fruit,
I learned from you to hold and touch
to be content with what we had.
To find the colours in my life.
It was so good, it was our trust.
I made the photo yesterday morning