‘almost there’
home – she’s just around the corner. • 16,326km is nothing because i have a little compartment in my heart full of the smell and feel of eucalypt leaf litter after rain, flowers in wilkinson’s valley, granny’s garden, rain on a corrugated iron roof, walking along cowan creek, going past the heads on the manly ferry, and a fire made by grandpa. still able to cry enough to fill up lake jindabyne but it’s okay as well, somehow.