After sunset, on Sunday evening, I sit here hoping that a New Day will dawn tomorrow. Will there be, perhaps, a rainbow to follow a storm, over the lush green hills of Kangaloon, as with this photo which I took some months before I ever moved to Robertson.
Oblique? Yes! But I have heard strange reports of birds singing in the middle of the night, in Kangaloon. Perhaps a Nightingale? From Kangaloon? Could it be so?
Or was it a lost Stone-Curlew, whose mournful cries echo through the lonely night?
Time alone shall unravel this little mystery.
1 comment:
Hi Denis,
how's the winter in Down Under this year?
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