Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

And still we retrace our footsteps and follow the black rocks, the spiraling purple flowers, the rough and smooth pavement, the cracked cry of the ocean, all the way back to where dreams first began. Pride and joy swell our hearts. Initial love, we wish to keep. A peace, a deepening love through the rocks and ocean, lead to a reverence, an awe. For even if this was nearly 15 years ago, some times, things seem to be moving and they are not and you are here, seeing things move, ready for life. Like water splashing against the rock. You are moving. The ocean too. I’ll like to see you now move like the ocean.