Starman first sang to me a great many years ago. To be honest, I don't know why he sang to me. He was so very handsome with his dark amber "come to bed" eyes, his dark chestnut hair and his beautiful smile. At 16 he swept me off my feet. And sometimes I think I have never really felt the ground since. Naturally, I sang back to him.
Usually we sing in harmony and everything is fine. But occasionally we sing out of key. And occasionally we find we cannot sing at all.
So we've started walking along a new path. Our destination is so far away that we're hardly aware of its existence. In between there are many bends in the road, many hills to be climbed and even a few deviations from the route. Everyone else seems so far ahead of us it's almost as if we are walking on our own.
I'm worried because we are taking this journey at my instigation. I'm uncertain because although the day started out sunny and bright, we seem to already have encountered rain, hail and sleet in considerable quantities, and now the mist is so thick I'm wondering whether we shall manage to stay on the road and not lose our way.
But, Starman, despite his lack of understanding, is stalwart and resolute. He has put out his hand and clasped mine tightly, and I feel the love and know I will be safe in his care. I may not be able to see the distance we have to run, but there is no other person I would sooner run with.
I hope you will all feel able to share some parts of our journey with us, and for that I thank you kindly.