Wet and windy Warrnambool was transformed over night to hot
and dry.
And windy of course.
The breezes here touch the full range of one’s senses.
The typical ocean wind from the south brings the cool taste
of Antarctica.
At the end of the day it becomes an evening breeze that
calms what remains of the heat of the day.
The physicality of wind is at times striking. Lane ways and alleys often hide a blast of
air. Turning a corner can lead to a head on collision with unseen but lurking
forces.
Walking home from the Aquazone (gym), I crest a hill
overlooking the ocean about a kilometer away. I can almost always lean into the
wind there and find a balance point of equilibrium with the world.
I love to be slowed by the wind, be brought to a stop, and
listen to the tales it whispers in passing.
My evening wallaby spotting walks with Ann are teased by memories of
the Wind in the Willows, as little breezes dance through the grasses, and tug
on bushes. Is it a wallaby moving about, or just the wind…?
Yesterday there was a new kid in town. Forty plus degrees of
blast furnace blowing in from that mysterious hot interior landscape to the
north.
The whole town warmed up to this new guest. Everyone was
talking about him. Air conditioning turned on and waved a welcome. Even the
birds were open mouthed in awe as he passed by.
And just like the wind he was gone. After a hot and sweaty
one-night stand, a slight blush of sunburn on my previously fevered brow was
the only clue left behind.
The tease of summer is gone, no doubt to soon return and
heat up and bring to life the memories it left behind.
Today, the unassuming but trustworthy local lad is
back. A comfortable, mid twenties spring
day covered by a grey sky with patches of blue is gently fluttering through the
curtains.
The occasional chill of being away during the holiday season
is tempered by new familiarities.
The greetings of folks across the road, neighbors dropping
off a card, and dinner out with new special friends melts the absence of family
and home in a wonderfully warming way.
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