Day: August 16, 2014

Kromme River Mouth

This is my place. If the essence of me goes missing, you’ll find it here. In the clear, salty estuary water, somewhere beyond the mud and the smooth stones, beside the little crabs, the crusts of sand, amidst the smell of the milkwood trees. When the sun bakes the ground until it’s too hot to walk on, when the wind…