While cold gusts of air brush against the windows, and icy darts of rain make the idea of going out a purely abstract notion, I find myself turning to thoughts of warmer places, bluer skies, calmer air…
One more from Bondi. Because sitting on a rock, looking out to sea, on a warm, sunny afternoon sounds pretty good right about now…
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We walked up the hill, listening as the drone of the helicopter and the jetskis competed with the roar of the water and the winds.
I have never been to Bondi beach before. It was nothing like I had expected. It was less shiny, less cared for, more peeling, flaking, rusting, empty, tired from the salt and the wind and the people, always the people, wearing away colour and stone and dreams…