This morning, while I walked in Townsville’s Bicentennial Park, the sun rose above city and Ross River as an eye-searing ball of molten gold. Before noon, I rushed outdoors to snatch laundry off...
In the midst of the night, I pulled myself up through caverns of sleep to identify a sound that impinged on my senses – a deep, resounding roar overhead. It was rain – rain unlike any I had heard...
