Ah...Anu...Mon Amour!

It is night on the Artic Circle. The Aura Borealis is entertaining a Finnish sky. Inside – us two (cuddled into an US) observe the late night flickering film that will take us through to the early morning. I am at a loss as it is HIROSHIMA MON AMOUR in French (which I do not speak) subtitled into Finnish (which I cannot read) . Words fail me. Soft as a snowflake falls gently you rescue me whisper the words of the lovers translating their love into our love Oh love..! You words caress me and I understand completely not just how much You really love me but how much I really really love you. Somewhere in the hours of time the film finishes and becomes only static & snow. . .static & snow. Somewhere a dawn finds us in a tangle of limbs & dreams. . .limbs & dreams asleep in one another’s heads.