Memories of Tenerife By Natasha Jones As I was leaving I remember feeling like It was all a dream Like it was real Until I disappeared into the candy floss clouds Homeward bound With my blue suitcase and playful heart full of memories Starry skies before dawn Palm trees flickering Gentle wind Limerence Sun kissed skin And none of this would have existed f it wasn’t for a last minute decision Made on a whim When things didn’t make any sense It made the most sense to go And when things didn’t go as planned I learned to dance Like…