yesterday morning the sun hovered still for a moment over the tropic of capricorn. solstice time is the real new year, the point at which life teeters and changes direction. i lost my balance briefly on the edge of the ecliptic, regained it, watched a sunrise that turned the sky to molten butter, and thought about how best to reboot myself.
the weather knows about these things. it gave us a baptism of lightning and a downpour fit to cleanse the cloudiest mind. my flatmates and i sat in the pouring rain and taunted various deities of the sky while tipper-dog freaked at every peal of thunder.
this morning we had a river, which makes twice. i rode my bike across the water. people took pictures of each other. a car pulled up and about fifteen children got out and ran and giggled and splashed. i was able to continue the baptism theme by submerging my entire body in muddy water, even if it did mean lying down. i lay there smiling and thinking about how wonderful it is that the river makes everyone happy and friendly and playful.
then i rode past a drunk man yelling abuse at a woman, saw him punch her to the ground, yelled at him, got briefly chased, pedalled madly to the cop shop to report him, and had one of those 'goddamn this town sucks for DV' conversations with the desk sergeant. so much for happy.
i am though, at least for today. clean in a slightly muddy way, the best feeling. i lay in the water all afternoon and read the paper, went for walks and took a lot of pictures, mainly of the kites that were hanging out in the trees waiting for tasty little marsupials to come down for a drink. i thought about tiddalik the frog for a good long time.
the local rumour mill has my hopes up for more river action this summer. a beekeeper has announced that his wee buzzing friends are reinforcing their hives with a special kind of sealing wax and acting all funny. they've done this before - both times shortly before a flood. if we do get a flood in the middle of the desert i'll be laughing at all those east coasters too afraid of the lawn cops to wield a hose. i'll be laughing to spite the violence and mayhem of this ugly, beautiful town.
have an enjoyable feast, dear readers. i'll be working christmas night. the children of DV will make me wear a stupid hat and give them lollies. the women will laugh.
the weather knows about these things. it gave us a baptism of lightning and a downpour fit to cleanse the cloudiest mind. my flatmates and i sat in the pouring rain and taunted various deities of the sky while tipper-dog freaked at every peal of thunder.
this morning we had a river, which makes twice. i rode my bike across the water. people took pictures of each other. a car pulled up and about fifteen children got out and ran and giggled and splashed. i was able to continue the baptism theme by submerging my entire body in muddy water, even if it did mean lying down. i lay there smiling and thinking about how wonderful it is that the river makes everyone happy and friendly and playful.
then i rode past a drunk man yelling abuse at a woman, saw him punch her to the ground, yelled at him, got briefly chased, pedalled madly to the cop shop to report him, and had one of those 'goddamn this town sucks for DV' conversations with the desk sergeant. so much for happy.
i am though, at least for today. clean in a slightly muddy way, the best feeling. i lay in the water all afternoon and read the paper, went for walks and took a lot of pictures, mainly of the kites that were hanging out in the trees waiting for tasty little marsupials to come down for a drink. i thought about tiddalik the frog for a good long time.
the local rumour mill has my hopes up for more river action this summer. a beekeeper has announced that his wee buzzing friends are reinforcing their hives with a special kind of sealing wax and acting all funny. they've done this before - both times shortly before a flood. if we do get a flood in the middle of the desert i'll be laughing at all those east coasters too afraid of the lawn cops to wield a hose. i'll be laughing to spite the violence and mayhem of this ugly, beautiful town.
have an enjoyable feast, dear readers. i'll be working christmas night. the children of DV will make me wear a stupid hat and give them lollies. the women will laugh.
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