Today I lost my phone. When I say lost, I mean that it fell down a drain at Collaroy. It’s now most probably floating out to sea with some grommet. Every Saturday morning I visit my dear friend Jo at Hair Salon Des Arts at Newport. I’m happy to be the guinea pig for her […]
Birds calling: at 4 a.m. Sun shining: and it burns! Wind blowing: it’s cold. Ocean crashing: skin and hair covered in salt. Alone at home: a circle of friends. I am happy.