Lost between the rocks, And yet, far from forgotten. Grow strong little one.
Colours flood the sky, Tendrils of dreams drift away. A new day begins.
It’s cool, but not cold, It’s light, yet a little dark. I’m standing waiting. Once again in a game where There are no solo players.
One frangipani, Beneath the weak Winter sun. Sparkles and shimmers.
Fast, fleeting, and more Than ephemeral beauty. Dewdrop diamond dust.
Stoic sentinels, Bare lava from ancient times. Repurposed nature.
volvereespresso! I am not a connoisseur, But it was so good.
For almost six months, Dean and I have been house sitting in and around the Sunshine Coast, close to Caloundra (where our new home is being built) and although this has been … Continue reading The House Sitting Blues