A gusty forceful breeze whips off the sea and a high cloud stretched thin throws a ring of near rainbow around the sun. There is soft grass underfoot, yellow gorse and tidal salt marshes behind, and the wind plays with the long grass on sand dunes behind the lines of low bent trees. The sky stretches wide and open from the South Downs to the familiar distant low grey lines of the Isle of Wight over and away across the seaborne white horses.
A harsh high buzzing sound shoots overhead and a whoop of joy is spirited away by the wind, carrying mine along with it. I raise a hand to dull the brightness of the sun and try to pick out the kite as Sharon flips it and swoops it over my head again, a rapid fabric flapping and a mournful whistle of straining cord. It is the only sad thing about this scene, this place, this afternoon. There is a plane doing aerobatics over the Solent, windsurfers haul their boards from their cars and trucks, and three-wheeled trikes are looping and skidding over the sand as the wind tugs at their 'chutes above them.
A soaring sigh leaves my lips each time the kite trips from my fingers and shoots up into the white-blue brightness, and I run to Sharon's side and we swap places. I haven't seen her for ages, and not talked to her properly - outside of a bar or club, for far longer. She is thrilled by my news and my plans, she is happy here, building her life, and she grins as I lose the wind and the kite spirals to the grass near her feet. I am in love, and it is a sunny day.
I am happy to be alive, and cannot help saying so.
The wind takes my words and carries them unheard off into the world.
as if i needed any more confirmation that you're the most beautiful man i've ever met.