Might get wet. I watch the sky through my window, low cloud massing, the few blue streaks wiped out with a fat grey Sharpie. The gum trees rock back and forth but no splash appears on the glass, yet. I am as attuned to the weather as a farmer, the app my constant companion. Yet …
One less car: cycling to work in Sydney
A year ago, I started a new technical writing contract only six kilometres from home. The 10 minute drive was bliss after years of cross-city commuting but, after a while, I noticed the bike paths which followed my exact route. I tossed the idea around but I hadn’t ridden a bike for 15 years, and …
Searching for butterflies
Why do we travel? The search for an ephemeral experience, it is transitory–contrived–by definition. We are on the hunt for something beautiful. We had just spent a week in Thailand, on the island of Phuket, my south-east Asian roots calling. Our Covid chrysalis saw us emerge blinking...
