Stagione 11
Always was and always will be
On the blank page
Sometimes it resembled something meaningful
Tough and tender with youthful endeavour
The river's way
Come of age
Splendid is the night
Down, deep down
Where everyone else is
Could it simply be that, really, the heart is a lonely hunter, always was and always will be.
Each day is a blank page, if you choose to read it in that way. And on the blank page, much can be written, and much has been written.
I was thinking in song, stalking it, walking all around it and looking at it from different angles. I wondered if there was a greater audience than the nocturnal creatures I entertained each night,
Someone might be dying to find out how all this is going to end, someone might be.
One thing leads to another, always it does. We cannot avoid that or detain it in any way.
Things lost and found, kept and unkept, kempt and unkempt, disregarded and discarded. There's no stopping time, no time to look behind. This episode comes with a song, "Saving grace" from the album, "Sea-shanties for Landlubbers" (2004). (Image of a Toowoomba sunset)
The Polaroid clicks and then spits out a blue grey square of captured moment.
It sure is dark down there, but this is where one wants to go, so, … one must go on.
Is that where you want to be?
By the time she gets to the bottom of the stairs a light evening shower has sprinkled magic in the streets and all over town, releasing the perfume of freshly crushed rain. On