strange weather, cold and windy, head hurts, chest feels heavy, the day seems lost already and it's not even mid day. telephone line ever busy, some people just want to disturb the peace, some need answers, some like to talk about their husbands and others just wanna chew the fat. i stumble into the early morning like an old wizard or druid, walking through a hurricane is like swimming through thick fluid. aggressive birds swoop with their prime directive, the noise from the nest is deafening and gives me a head ache, it's not the joyous sound of spring but a sharp penetration, peace is elusive even in nature atoms smash into one another. i look at the angry skies and me and the dog head towards the ocean where the waves smash across the shore line pounding the sand in chaos and entropic disarray. i flick through the papers, it's full of opinions, no news save that australia is a racist country due to some tv scandal. i have to suppress laughter, i could have told them that but if they don't want to listen to the parting words of sol telecomo why listen to me. news or not news. we must move forwards. i wander through the gardens, cut across the park where i am surrounded by friendly orbiting larks. we penetrate the atom, getting closer and closer back home. i hear some one call my secret name, evan has returned from the north. sanctuary. we sit in his lovely kitchen having tea and laughing madly. topics covered are religion, science of black holes and our fave simpsons episode. then i continue onwards dodging the birds and home, another sanctuary.