A slight sound of rustling, and I assume a snake is going to hunt me down and attack. I walk from September till January with a stick in my hand. Those flamin’ magpies. I’m fearful, but I’m determined.
I love the feeling of fresh air. I love being outside. I love walking until my legs ache, or the sun goes down. I’ve caught so many beautiful sunsets this year already. Proof that endings can be beautiful too.
I often walk alone. I walk and I notice. I notice things I never would have noticed if I hadn’t experienced hard times. Darkness has taught me to look for the goodness. To look for the sun.
Shine bright like it.
Rise like the sun. Early in the morning.
Everyday.
Be powerful like the sun.
But sometimes just be warm.
Like the sun in Spring.
Like the sun that makes you want to lay a towel down on the grass.
Listen to Etta James in.
Read books in.
Be welcoming like the sun.
Come out, it’s says.
Be free it’s says.
Be a mermaid it says.
Glow.
Girl, you glow in the sun.
The same sun your Nanna grew up watching in Malta.
The same sun your mum and dad were married under.
The same sun your brother and sister wake to, now in separate cities.
The same sun that shone even when you only saw the clouds.
Reliable sun.
You make me happy. And now skies are only blue.
Because I choose to look for you.
Accidentally Kelly 
where are those pics kel ??? at the gorge ???, they look great…..so do you
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Lerderderg gorge, Dad. Haven’t been there since you took us as kids. So pretty. Come for a walk soon? Love you xxx
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You are such a beautiful writer. I wish I could write like you. Beautiful pics too x
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