“What could’ve been, would’ve been, What should’ve been you”

“What could’ve been, would’ve been, What should’ve been you”

When I was a child my dad used to take me star spotting. If you walk across along that strip that we had to drive down to get there, the whole side is lined with wind farms. Absolutely everywhere. Everywhere the eye can see. Absolutely everywhere; everywhere that the eye can see.

At the end of that strip there is a sub-station. And you drive past it and into it. Into the town where I was born.

At the end of my road there is an offshore wind farm. It greets me every time I come home. Even in the dark the lights blink and they greet me. I do not come home in the light often enough. Even in the summer I came home in the dark every day. 

When I do come home in the light though their beauty almost knocks me over. I almost keel over at their sight and at the beauty of them. When I go to the office I stand on the terrace and gaze out at them and only stop because I am late or too cold. When I go to Littlehampton or Worthing I see them. And it’s so fresh and so exciting. It’s like seeing them for the first time. And that’s what love is right? That freshness

“And every time I look at you, it’s like the first time” - the Legendary Taylor Swift

A photo of a canal by nighttime


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