Shadowed gums and black swans

January 22

The shadowed gum tree droops, weeping into the lilac night.

January 23  

After all the procrastination and distraction, I finally sit and start. The words travel, from some place within, out through my finger tips onto the computer screen in an irregular but constant rhythm. Finally exhausted I lay down to sleep, the energy of the words and more words to come buzzing within.  

January 24  

The jagged city, dark and distant, backlit by the flaming orange veil of the setting sun.  

January 25  

From the dusk-lit lake, the brown down underbelly of the black swan, up-ended.  

January 26 

The endless row of dots and dashes mark the safe passage home.

View of Melbourne CBD at sunset from Hawthorn East, Melbourne, Australia