Yesterday the afternoon's clouds built sky castles and other things imagination allowed; turtles popped up heads quizzically. Birds dropped from the sky, folding back outstretched wings at the last flighted second and plunge. Splash; how they don't injure themselves? Belly full they almost seem to smile on their flyby.
It's the circle. What else is hidden? Hidden in the mangroves and the unseen. There at sunset, east of west, pieces of silver and gold flashed and broke onshore. Waiting at dusk, grey against green, trees without life stood proud.
This morning we came through the second half of the Sandy Straits; we are now at anchor in Hervey Bay off Scarness. Tomorrow Bundaberg.
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