The movements of kayaking are going through my mind, in the background: pushing the upper blade forward while pulling the lower blade through the top layer of water. Balanced, economical, reciprocal.
This is because I am thinking of seasons. Autumn surprised me when I realised I was getting up in the dark – when did that happen? and the dawn is now sepia, not pastel. I have an impulse to shut the bathroom window while showering, and I greet my old woolly jacket like a returning friend.
At the same time I hear lyrical welcomes of spring from my dear ones on the other side of the globe – having coffee under the jasmine, driving into the Southern Highlands, going to the beach… so familiar to me. I can smell the freshness of a bush spring along with the rich dampness of fallen leaves.