“A white moon appears like a hole in the sky”
Bye Bye Pride, The Go-Betweens
I leave home and it still feels like night. The moon looms large. I make my way towards the station, and towards the moon. There are a few other people on the street, but nobody seems startled by the size of the shape in the sky. Read the rest of this entry »
It’s the most wonderful time of the year. Goodwill to all men. And women. A time when we get together with loved ones and old friends. A time for gatherings, parties. A time for retreating, to rooms with roaring log fires, decorations, song.
I step out of the front door and there is a gentle mist descending. A smoke-like fog. Or perhaps a fog-like smoke, as there is a whiff of burning in the air. Read the rest of this entry »
I’m never quite sure what to call the parkland around Barnehurst Golf Course. I’ve heard it called a few things. I imagine some names will give away your age, a reference from a past time. Or it might give away that you aren’t from around here, as nobody here calls it what you do.
Wait until next year 