exhausted from packing, shifting boxes and driving up and down the coastline, working long hours and dealing with crisis after crises, friends let me down, but there's kindness from strangers, sydney in the middle of some weird heat wave, temperature rising, tempers fray, the mercury boiling, i'm sweating now 24/7, it's just the nature of living in this heat, it's heat that eats you up, burns you, it's more than tropical, it's post tropical, i love it, i like the way i stop eating and just drink cold water, i like the way my sweat is clear and clean, i like the way i shave my face and head, no more beard, i feel free but weighed down none the less. 
the new place is, well it's empty, soon to be full, i have to buy things i never really thought i would, a broom, a hose, a pair of gardening gloves and some fish food for my koi. 
in the blistering sun i stand upon the bridge and feed the fish, they must be hungry, a big mouth surfaces and grabs the food almost before it hits the surface. i watch the fish eat, they seem grateful, tomorrow is the big move, i sit in the empty house enjoying the space and peace, i just want to sleep for a thousand years but there's so much to do, and two church gigs to see this week.