He swims. Almost every morning and usually before sunrise. In any season. In any weather. And never in a wetsuit.
Category - Life
Gone fishing
When the weather is good and the tide is right, Joe goes fishing, down where the Yarra River meets Port Phillip Bay.
To the writer
You write to be published. But if it never happens, stay open and alive to life. Be secret and exult.
To the student
To the student lost or lonely, I say hang in there. You get your education bit-by-bit, piece-by-piece, day-by-day.
Angels among us
Who really listens? Who can go the distance? In praise of those who try...