Tag: winter

  • 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.

  • 385: Sally in the Winter

    I was discovering the advantages and obstacles of increased perception. From posting my meditations high above instead of among the boulevards of twisted metal and scrap industry dreams of the old coughing steel-city. A town that flirts with change like single romantics who give twice as little as consume, and so edge forward in a […]

  • 380

    And at last over the hill peered forth the smiling sun, to warm the bedrock of blank expression with its yellow touch. Under a glaze of Winter pearls the sleeping Spring buds stir, and the Earth prepares to welcome new life, fresh hope and young joy, to play, free and unhindered among the florets drenched […]

  • 373

    Once in a while expose your bones to cold weather, and take with a break-away suddenness, a walk into the Winter morning to exhilarate your torpid nerves before you perpend yourself out of the experience. Let lead for once the thrill of sensation. The speed of touch and affect over bracing. Bracing means a gap […]

  • 363: Fled

    All the trees at once had cast off their wild leaves setting them to the East, to flee and toss, joyously giddy along the palm of Natures gentle breath. Spun at the twilight down a crescent strange and lovely, consolidated in collective, security of unity in getaways spontaneous, conceived none the thought of looking back.

  • 343

    If I should wince from hint of the mechanical in life, am I not still under some influence of automation?

  • 335

    How simply a cold breeze unexpected, can impel the senses and freshen the debt. Exact and rarely received with accord.

  • 321

    It has been a strangely pleasant Winter this year with very little of the usual Polar qualities experienced as in earlier Seasons. As though not content with her reputation for cold has Nature adopted a more affable temperament. And from a light rail bound for Newcastle, enjoying the features of an afternoon entify into evening, […]

  • 314

    It’s a Sunday afternoon you could be, and apparently should be doing something outside and more agreeable and instead the day is carrying on without your involvement this time because it’s been too many since you’ve been able to open your book. You’ve been busy. All week in fact and probably actually for longer than […]

  • 301

    He who uses well his time and enjoys his work, sees little value in vacation. A man, in this sense, can save his day with a walk.