When 5 is 9
Looking out the deep dark skies it seems rather alien to turn around only to find that it is only 5ish in the afternoon. Cold has been the weather, chilly to the bone. Those cold cold bones. All sniffy and woozy some days, some frosty mornings. It’s all so strange, so new to me. The autumn air is as crisps as the red brown maple like leaves that float softly to the ground. The world spins so silently, it makes me drift away, dancing to a new morn like the leaves kissed by the morning breeze. The cold wind rushes and carries me, like the little cold thoughts that gnaw at your flesh when you press your fingers against the wet cold hard ice. Sharp is the wind that pushes into your flesh. Like walking in a wintery room. Odd this child you may think but for a sunshine kid, the cold is all foreign as I am foreign to this new soil. Here are but some photos from Tasmania that I took with the Nokia http://www.flickr.com/photos/7793697@N04/ It’s been busy these months, doing the things that I ha...