The light is different there, and the shade…
Exactly two years ago today, I was walking the tracks around Cradle Mountain. I threaded a path across frost-crusted plains, my footprints cracking the icy surface as though I was alone here, my warm breath shocking the air around me into tiny clouds, disappearing too fast. The sky was soft and grey, and despite clouds trailing their bellies across my path, there was a clarity about the place, and, after a time, within me. I felt at home here, amongst the jagged, bare branches and the spindly grass.
I left that place the same day, but I carry it with me; I am always trying to thread that same path, back to clarity, back to calm, back to a single path of footprints that lead me to home…
Day 339. Because it’s just been too long since we had a shot of the buttongrass tickling the sky…
if you’re holding out for something
just reach and we’ll rise above
give me sun, give me dirt, give me water
give me sweet everlasting love
– “Sun dirt water”, The Waifs.
I’ve been waking up at sunrise
I’ve been following the light across my room
I watch the night receive the room of my day
Some people say the sky is just the sky
But I say
Why deny the obvious child?
– “The obvious child”, Paul Simon.
Day 323. We walked and walked, leaving shadows of ourselves as impressions in the snow, our breath shocking the air into tiny clouds…
But if I speak to you of days upon the ocean
I can speak to you of memories and dust
There won’t be time for all us,
I know there won’t be time for all of us
– “Memories & Dust”, Josh Pyke.