I found this in the Notes app on my iCloud. I’d forgotten all about it but I do recall where I was when I wrote it: laying on the grass on the north side of Herbert Park, listening to sounds of summer while I felt like winter inside.
Seagulls and church bells.
The sound of a summer wind,
more than a breeze, in the trees.
Like a stream, or a small waterfall.
All over the city,
hearts are breaking, are broken.
I’m probably over posting today but it’s helping me stay connected to the world I don’t feel part of in any way.
One of my own pictures for a change, and taken in Herbert Park in summer 2013.