The enchantment of a kite is that it pulls you into a new focus – there is no room in your head for anxiety or rumination
It’s 4.30am. This is my favourite time to write. Banging away at my keyboard in the almost-morning when Mark is asleep in the other room and the city is yet to stir. When I have only the wind for company.
I can’t see the wind but I know it is there. I can see how it plays. How it whistles through the seal of my balcony window, turning the wooden blinds into a vertical xylophone, how it quivers through the winter seedlings I’ve just planted in a row of pots, or how it skates across the moonshine mirrored on Sydney Harbour.
