A former Sun reader asked me if I could find a column – I think this is the one the reader wanted.


I love

The pink  of the dawn

The birds’ morning song

The scent of drew on the grass

Freshly ground coffee

The touch of your skin

And you

In the morning.

I love

The amber light that filters

Though a blind darkened room

The hum of traffic far below

The distinctive smell of city heat

Your hand at the back of my neck

And you

In the afternoon.

I love

The sound of a big band

Hips moving

Bodies in rhythm


The taste of white wine

And you

In the evening.

I love

The words of a poem

Spoken aloud

The warmth of a bed

The refuge of sleep

And you

In the night.