Monday, December 31, 2012
Summer is the season of spontaneity. We are all playing truant, even when there's work to be done. The water washed away my frustrations with computers, and for the whole hot summer's day I felt refreshed on the inside.
There's a phrase 'bush telegraph', which describes the way messages are conveyed when we are away from technology. From Roger to our new neighbour, to me, then my friends, the message travelled. When the tide is high and the water warm, the whole neighbourhood needs to know. Because tomorrow it may well be blowing and raining again (it was).