I’d take you on a picnic. We’d stroll along a meandering path kissing a seaside cliff as fairies played in the gentle breeze and birds picked up fluff that glinted on the soft light. We’d settle on a spot worth of a postcard where we’d lay ourselves out in the sun and let the air whistle through our toes. We’d eat cherries and gluten free coconut bread as rabbits eyed us from a distance and gulls called down with prying eyes. We’d laugh, we’d love.