I never promised perfection.
I’m not a perfectionist.
Gotta love that grain.
First day st the joint and they were headed to the creek to go fishing. I tagged along.
Jacks Creek is about ten k’s up the beach and is full of box jellyfish and barramundi during the wet.
Wet season was well over, most of the box jellyfish were gone and they hoped a few Barra had stuck around.
The sun dipped over the Indian Ocean and I thought how I hadn’t seen that since I was thirteen years old.
And when the stars came out I couldn’t recall ever seeing them so bright and plentiful.