Words

‘evening rainbow’ there were funny raindrops on the estuary’s surface today, gold from the sand, a school of teeny fish swimming below them. • yesterday

woke up this morning with the familiar itch – gotta get OUT. get me out of the city even if it’s quiet, i want to

can’t sleep, won’t sleep, lie in bed, miss my rcm family, miss the rides to school, and the 8-10am room bookings that would spur me

‘pointless’ grateful for gardens and cats who sit with you as you weed out beds that have dreamed of having veggies in them again for

‘escape into quarantine’ the sky takes me elsewhere • we went out yesterday evening and looked at the sky. it was a delight, it was

‘sydney and london skies*’ don’t think too hard about the name of where you are, just think about how it’s 6pm and there’s still light

‘an ode to light’ accompanying sounds: light through the veins by john hopkins, blackbirds conversing at 3am, magpies in the tree echoed in the shadow

‘saturday afternoon light in the greenhouses with caro.’ i’ve been wondering if my life is boring if i come home and just make a stir

‘in transit east to west’windows and windows, light passes across people’s faces, watching the circles of the aeroplane’s portholes pass across walls down the long

‘on the way home’ i’m on the plane from LHR to AUH, and i can see the stars. we’re above the clouds and other planes