Is it just me, or is the
sky a brighter shade of blue this morning? And I wonder if the air has ever
been as fresh and crisp – like chilled spring water to a thirsty man. Have the
Blue Gum trunks ever shimmered as they do today – like the glow of some exotic
silk. Are the lawn dew tips like diamonds? Or has there been an overnight falling
of crystalline manna? Breathe...
A
pair of kookaburras laugh up in a high-v. And for once, it doesn’t feel like I’m
the subject of their mirth. The instant coffee is nutty and delicious. Toast
and butter smells. A Whipbird chatters outside my window. My morning headache
is passing – no tablets required.
My
business has its first pay cheque in the bank. Nothing massive, but that never
really mattered. I can do this. I tell myself it’s possible. And for this briefest
moment, words feel easy...
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