the alpha to omega - a foretaste

Here's a snippet, and a possible book cover. It's my first attempt, so is likely to change. The novel is set in Greece and is written in diary format. You can find out more about it by following this LINK.

Now that I am back, again sitting outside in the sunshine, I can hardly believe what I’m feeling. If I close my eyes, I can be there again, not just as a memory, but actually there…

The dog ran on ahead, stopping frequently to look back at us, head cocked questioningly, before he ran on again, tongue flapping and saucer-feet padding the ground playfully, in search of a new distraction. We weren’t talking - not about anything important at least. We were just being. It was one of those almost frosty November days: our breath rose visibly and lost itself amongst the dappled confusion of bright sunlight and leaf shadow. I looked across at her from time to time, taking in her profile, her smile… Once, just once, she caught my look and held it momentarily. In that instant I lived a lifetime. In that look there was a world of knowing. She was saying, “Yes, I understand you.” I felt safe: the playing was over and this could be why I’m here, to live this life. We never touched, never spoke intimately of anything and yet I knew that here was a possible future. I think she felt it, too.

The intrigue I feel about this woman is immense. I have a compulsion to get inside her head, to know everything. Being with her is one continuous déjà vu. Something about her touches me in a way I’ve never been touched before. I almost believe that if I were to close my eyes and concentrate enough, I could talk to her now, wherever she may be. I feel alive and vibrant. I feel I am.

Can feeling this much be wrong? Where is this going?