The lovers took to the mountain and lay under the sun in the grass, his hand on her thigh. She said, I cannot surrender a gift so precious but this memory will be yours to keep. She laid his hand on her breast. The sweet…

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way… – Dylan Thomas, ‘Do not go gentle into that good night’ We tend to ignore those who play it safe; the wild among us celebrated…