The Letter, 28 Jan 2022

It took with it everything I had except an ability to listen to my heart.

G’day lovely one. Tonight, a snapshot of the ‘getting to here’ in a very literal way. I’m writing it to the sound of white noise, in a room filled with red light (a baby light, not that other kind), in a room in my sister’s house in far Western Victoria.

We’d booked into a motel in Naracoorte before we left, but it was patently obvious that we weren’t g…