A crane, a jet stream and a blue sky.
I had to be quick to snap this sunset behind the UNSW Library Tower.
If someone had told me, when I was young, that I would one day leave the cool northern hemisphere climate, my birthplace, I wouldn’t have believed them.
Why would I want to trade in grey, cloudy skies, and drizzly rain that clings to your clothes and hair?
This morning I find myself sitting at the bus stop. Across one of the busiest roads in Sydney I see: a blue sky; lush green leafed trees; and a palm tree.
Sunset above the clouds during the return flight from Melbourne, Victoria, Australia.
Anyplace I hang my hat,
Is where my heart is;
The weight on the World
Shaken off by looking up
I love the inkiness of this threatening sky
Brief conversation over breakfast this morning while my partner was watching a video clip of Packer fighting on the weekend. The exchange went like this:
“Oh it was the Packer son who was fighting. ”
“Yes James Packer, the father’s dead. ”
“He’s looking old!”
A warm autumnal day gradually fades to a peach blushed sky. Cool air brushes the hair on my arms as I walk home from the bus stop. Waves of warmth from the bitumen footpath gently rise towards my face.