We lie in bed reading. It is after eleven at night and still in the high thirties temperature-wise. The sash window by my head is open, as is the back door and courtyard door, to catch any chance of a night breeze to cool the house. "What's that noise?", I ask. It has been going on … Continue reading a hot night
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the bay #2
Christmas week, down at Altona beach. I have been avoiding exercise for weeks, but that means no quiet time time by the beach either. It is time to get back into my stride. I park the car for the second time today under a shady tree, and start walking. Immediately I can feel myself relaxing, my … Continue reading the bay #2
the bay
Saint Kilda, early morning. I stand at the Lagoon Pier and stare out across the bay. I cannot see the horizon: the summer morning haze is perfect and it blurs the distinction between water and air. The bay is millpond-still and it feels as if I have the world to myself. The water's surface barely ripples, … Continue reading the bay
marysville three months on
Autumn has come in all its glory. With the drought, everything is desiccated already, but the long shadows of the April days gilt the edges of the red and yellow leaves in the Yarra Glen and up the Maroondah Highway. In late afternoon a tall majestic avenue of bright yellow poplars line the road from … Continue reading marysville three months on
Máiréad Doyle 