April Come She Will by Simon & Garfunkel

A song that reminds you of one of your favorite places. I had been there many years ago, I think. My childhood was largely built around parks and gardens, walks in forests and shopping centres. I always loved being outdoors. So I presume I’d been to this place before Becca took me there. It fit the bill, country walks among the trees along well-trodden paths. Quiet, but accessible, secluded but not hidden. We walked and talked as the dogs ran ahead, following trails through towering pines, winding our way to the quieter areas as she told me her stories, of the dogs walked, the routes cycled, the runs taken. And the chorus was the wind in the trees, rustling the branches overhead. Sheltering us from rain, shading us from the sun, as we returned again and again through the seasons, from spring to autumn we watched the buds flower, branches unfurl, and the golden turn before the fall. It’s just a country park to most, but for me it will always be the place that our love took flight.…