This morning, driven by some inner need to walk, I devoted two hours to an excursion to the Anderson Park Botanical Gardens, followed by another two hours in the Ross River Parkway. After yesterday af...
By morning, the mesmerizing clouds of last evening had disintegrated into a rumpled grey roof over the Townsville sauna. Darkness still clung to the streets at 5:40 a.m., so I held my watch up close t...
A crescent moon greeted me as I cycled away from home in the darkness of 5:30 a.m. The air was refreshingly cool after rain overnight, with the mellow sounds of crickets and awakening birds unexpected...
This morning was a rare cloudy one in Townsville, and I was invaded by a restlessness that made it impossible to sit still and write. Instead, I cycled to old haunts near Richard’s house in the subu...