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461: Quiet days in Bondi

What of the year’s Summer? The evenings bear an Wintery air. A chill has endured for now a week and quickened us to a fresh esteem for its qualities. Delicious-to-the-eye band of Cumulus appear to sit than rather pass in quietude. Fuller, yet more dazzling and eloquent on their own, in the Suns departure.

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A little light came in today.

Remarkable, it has been day time all along.

Bondi, 2016

Bondi, 2016

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All shall be well, friend.

Bondi, 2015

Bondi, 2015

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Hear the morning emerge, and join it when have you prepared.

Bondi, 2016

Bondi, 2016

403: Banks and Angels

You were cautious this time to restrain the hearts heat and slow the imaginations hurry to dilate the moment o the hearts insisting, but lo; how you were shaken of your plans when strolled thee into your life unapologetically strong and glowing against the evenings lights. But for many-a-days with thoughts spent swelling the past, when enters an angel expressing interest in going with you a-ways promising at last a life serene would you have found far nearer than had forever implied, the haven of your days. How we struggle to receive what we have not practice in giving and despair at the injuries in our Nature, contracting afraid against that loveliness before us we suffer most to behold.

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It was a fascinating dance between night and day; a gorgeous undulation of haze and glow that made you forget quite suddenly and succinctly the things that had occupied your mind only moments ago.

Bondi

Bondi

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For a little over a month now Sydney has been swept by an habitual storm fall every Sunday, preferring its visits late in the afternoon. It’s as though the skies have been pent-up all week and delight, as we all do to finally let go. It is always the same; a short stay, a passing temper, worse in appearance than in conduct with a rather benign, even pleasant refreshing Summer afternoon quality. From the heights of my apartment have I full view of oceans from Bondi to Coogee and beyond and the contrasting sections of sky have been quite an inspiration for pause. One half still azure and awash with subtle sunlight, the other overshadowed by a crawl of dark and bulbous smoke that with each meeting so far has prevailed the initial contact but tires quick and disperses having spent itself. It might have made a fine occasion for reading had I energy to surrender at the opportunity. Still there was much in the sky to rest my attention on; the rain fell harder and straighter than previous expulsions, every drop seemingly in parallel direction and equal haste. Then it was gone and all things settled as though rain had not fallen and no agitation had occurred at all.

From Bondi, over Clovelly

From Bondi, over Clovelly

300: Reason

Be content. If you can still wish upon thee a rain of blessings, which you do. Enjoy what is free and unimpeded. Warm sunshine and a cool breeze. Flowers by the road. The grass beneath your feet and a white clouds lull. The might of Reason. Be satisfied.

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The sun too quickly reaches height, say you? But it has its own duties to fulfil, and you yours. And have you not time to make reparation for your wrong doing, which includes doing nothing, in this instance?

Bondi, 2014

Bondi, 2014

235: All shall be well

Out lying lantern, ye concocted light that steadied once uncertain nights. I have recovered to myself by brave and conscious tensity, – acuity of unmeasured penetrative strength, which, with what small allotment thereof I have explored, settles the outline of all things into a clarity, of fine enough detail to my way now make, the pitch and depths of dark in which resides any no matter. What resolution have I discovered! That I need not now, nor, in truth ever thy penurious aid. But so much the better now I see, and thou art my eyes at night nevermore, but a lonesome, looking star fixed upon the distant black, that shine though you still, attracts a moments bitter wonderment and contributes nothing further that I cannot myself signify or do without. Farewell.

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