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