wheeling in for a landing - the pelican, it always feels
like good luck just to see one.
it has to be the
bird of the day
when i was living on
brighton road, the six lanes of traffic sounded constant and smooth - a flowing stream of people going who knows where.
and watching the headlights out of my second floor window was somehow soothing - but how much more
serene are the lights of a houseboat turning at the confluence to head from the darling up along the murray to