Ice Ice Baby: Why I will donate but not videotape

As I was coming back to London from a weekend spend at home with the family on Sunday, I was lucky (or should I say unlucky) enough to be nominated for the #ALSIceBucketChallenge by my lovely friend Jeremy. 

Dreams II

“As the water begins to slide up my skin, and I am fighting, giving into you. Like those moments before when you fled out of the door (...) I can breathe, I can see, death he does not bother me, I’ve been thinking it’s a peaceful way to go. I am moving out from the shore, I can’t hear you anymore. There is something calling me from down below.” - Waters, Eliza Shaddad 

She runs in front of me with her long, flowing, wavy brown her. I can’t see her face but I am sure I know who she is. Either way I trust her implicitly and follow her, my feet hitting the ground as fast as they can. Running up the hill, heart pounding, I try and avoid falling over.