Forgotten to disappear

We went to Deansgate in Manchester this afternoon, just for a walk around the canal and waterways; it was beautiful, it was Manchester and it was raining. It seemed the perfect weather to be honest, it really did set the mood and suited the spirit of the place very well. I love the kind of darkness and dampness around Deansgate on such days, it seems like a place that time has forgot in some respects, in places it looks like it needs a little tender loving care (don't we all?); not that it does because it would take away from its mood.

I don't know but it just connects with me somewhere inside my soul, I could feel its history, it's a place that I feel like I know inside out even though I don't; and it seems somewhat out of place - I was talking to my baby about this whilst we were walking around, it's not something you really expect in the middle of a big city like Manchester. I don't know how else to explain it, it seems like it's a relic from a bygone era, something that's forgotten to disappear in time - that's a wonderful way to explain it, something that's forgotten to disappear............

Regardless of my thoughts it's a wonderful place to take a Sunday afternoon stroll together, wrapped up against the wind and the rain whilst holding hands all the way. It's a great way to feel alive, to feel nature blowing hard in our faces, all the mystery, history and beauty surrounding us, the warmth and safety of my baby's hand in mine and to just share such moments; that's the crux of the matter, that's what life is about, sharing such moments with someone you love. It wouldn't have been the same without him, it just wouldn't, I just love the feeling of his hand in mine when we're out - it makes me feel so loved; and I go on about it way too much but that's because it does mean so much. We can just walk and talk for hours, as always it's such a simple thing, I guess we lose ourselves in each other, any worries we have disappear and our focus is purely on the here and now - it's one of things neither of us have found in another guy, it's very special, I love my baby xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxooxox.

The rain stopped mid afternoon and it brightened up for a while, which I thought was a real shame. I love the way the old stone bridges and pathways look kind of real dark, foreboding and ominous when it's wet; the rain really does make them stand out stark even against a grey sky. It reminds me of a perfect film noir setting, the darkness, the shadows and the feel of decay. We were stood beneath one of the bridges, watching the world slide quietly by whilst the wind whistled through the tunnel; my baby pulled me close, held me real tight, smiled and kissed me. The look in his eyes just, I don't know, he didn't need to say anything, but he did; it's been a perfect day..................