It’s a perfect Melbourne autumn day. And I’m sitting in the perfect spot to clear the cobwebs and get the writing brain ticking over. A short stroll has brought me to the Elwood foreshore to hang with these fine, feathered friends. Bliss. Loving the new ‘hood.
Interesting aside – until Europeans visited Antipodean shores, they used the term ‘black swan’ to refer to something unimaginable. That’s right. Australia – where dreams live and the impossible happens.
Like Vegemite. A land where the inedible becomes digestible. And don’t even get me started on the relationship between poet hoax-extraordinaire, Ern Malley, and black swans (look it up).
That’s enough mental wandering. Time to go home and get back to work.