With a little over one week left of this January writing challenge, I feel like I’m starting to hit my stride.
My final Small Stones post will cover the last nine days of the month. I hope you enjoy these microscopic peeks into my world!
Week three of my daily Small Stones.
Nature’s evaporator = a heavy sun factor reflected on concrete / Burning oil from the eucalyptus trees perfumes the city / Close your eyes and be transported.
Not the usual suburban kerb-side garden / Stones and succulents / Settle at the feet of a teenage tree.
Wide open greens / Nine holes / Anonymous somebodies with time on their hands / Hitting tiny balls into tiny holes / Is this space’s raison d’être.
Relief is apparent on bodies and faces / As our train emerges from underground / Phone reception returns / Every second person is heads down / Thumbs are suddenly busy.
Ordinary beauty: a profusion of purple and white /
Divide two sides of the road.
Sailing seas of fluffy whiteness / Seen from above, not below / Beneath the wings, above the weather / Northward, we zoom above the world.
Five old friends / Two squishy new people, born weeks apart / Lunch overlooking nature’s array of bushland beauty / Mutual love and enjoyment all-round.