Something miraculous happened last night, or so it felt. We were still hanging out at the park when turned dark. His friends had gone home for their tea but we were waiting to catch his bus to tennis. I’d spotted a young man of about 19 years of age in full training...
5am, 8 degrees. I write down my dream before heading to the bay where I’m greeted by a vivid amber glow peeking through the silhouette of the trees. Past the trees I see a perfect colour wheel, spinning through yellow into white before meeting the navy sky. Around 6,...
