The Soldier's Wife

But life doesn't wait - it trickles between your fingers, trickles away....

I learned in that moment that there are different darknesses. That there is ordinary darkness, like the night in the countryside, where, even on a night with no moon, as you stare things loom, take form; and there is another darkness, a darkness so profound you cannot begin to imagine it, cannot conjure it up in your mind. A darkness that blots out all you remember or hope for. A darkness that teaches that all that consoles you is false.

Going home to Millie; and the little boy who I know will rush into my arms when I get there; whose grey eyes will shine when he looks at me, who will smile with Gunther's smile.

Sometimes I feel as though the real things are passing me by. As though I've been pushed to the margins of life.

restharrow, a creeping plant with pink petals that grows everywhere