it's been raining all night but the morning clears away clouds and the puddles all dry up, the glistening trees and flowers in early sunlight, the sparkle on the waves, there's an energy arrived, like noah finding land, the dove returns with an olive branch and all over town people are out and about. 

i catch a few people but i'm not really there, part of me in the tropics, part of me in the breakfast buffet watching the turquoise ocean wash in, part of me waiting at the beach for the church to play, part of me just lost as i attempt to adjust to the new reality of post tropics. 

there is talk of a byron bay road trip, there's talk about the surf breaks, there's whispers in the wind about meetings and appointments, there's a big book fair on Saturday but as people attempt to attract my attention i find myself drowning in recent memories, pulled back in time to a few days ago, the invisible forces that weave time and space displace me and i'll never really be the same again.

i have a few things to do today that need concentration and commitment, the first is find some accomodation for a friend who needs a new place to live. then i have to meet jake at the ferry as he is coming to stay for a few days, and then i have an overwhelming amount of laundry to get through. the sky interphases with cloud and sun, things don't seem to dry easy but i manage to get through a big load and have to drape damp clothing through the house itself. mission control looking somewhat bedouin. I have a doctors appointment soon and need to prepare for that, lots of paperwork. i stack up the fireplace building a system that will keep us warm should we require it. there's a nice load of wood outside ready for burning should the temprature drop.

winter is coming