It’s as if thinking about being on the underside of the world will cause me to fall off There isn’t a time that I consciously became aware of my fear of heights. It seems it was always there. But maybe it’s not vertigo. Maybe it’s a fear of falling. A fear of gravity.
Category: ex-pat
Adelaide stretches out in the changing light between the hills in the east and Gulf St Vincent to the west. This seems appropriate in view of my imminent return to Adelaide, north to south, changing from autumn to spring. In response to The Daily Post’s photo challenge: Change. See also the eve of spring.
Your jacket comes off, you lose your shoes and an extra shirt button mysteriously undoes itself. Yes, you’ve arrived at the Gold Coast in southern Queensland- in winter. The sun is warm in the clear cobalt sky and although the wind is up, the air is in the balmy mid twenties. Australia’s newest city is
Dr D in Oz 