Rowan Tree and Red Thread

On my walk to work this morning I was passed by a couple riding on a bicycle. The fellow was dressed in a shirt, jeans and trainers, the woman in a debs gown. She was barefoot, her shoes clutched in one hand, as she sat, somewhat shakily, on the crossbar of the bicycle. He pedaled along at an even pace and as they passed me she turned to him and they kissed, with obvious enjoyment, in the morning rush of traffic.

I refrained, with some regret, from cheering.