You know my love goes with you, as your love stays with me
It's just the way life changes, like the shorelines of the sea
Hey, that's no way to Say Goodbye
Each time we visit, the shoreline has changed a little. Each time we visit there is something new, and something missing. The last time I was on the beach at home, the back beach was covered in a flotilla of washed up By the Wind Sailors. I had never seen so many before, and was entranced with how they took in the light. By the second day many had dried out and shrivelled with the sun, but in the evening there were still many that still had their shape and colour.