Words

‘starts and ends of days’ i sit and listen to max richter and jon hopkins today and i know as always that travel is HARD.

‘tollensesee’ we finally made it to swim. to swim is to feel strong, happy, fast. i am a fish, and the fish are around me.

‘bird-hide’ pre-sunrise waking dreams with georgie this morning. drinking in the heart honey in the pre-dawn light. a deep blue sky, pine silhouettes, and mist

‘homesickness’ she is magic, home. the clouds come over, the rains fall on our little old mountains, backs rounded from the years. sandstone cliffs soar above

‘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

i close my eyes and all i can see are green-grey eucalypt leaves and golden sandstone cliffs. i dream of them, and my heart sings.

‘Parsifal • Carrajung Lower’ a sheep truck inexplicably winds through the back streets of southbank – it smells like where i want to be. •