Treading lightly

Summer is here,

in the middle of

Spring, with the

first warning of

bushfires, and the

first moment of

almost treading

on a snake (a cute

baby Black, but hey

a snake’s a snake).

In winter I stride

across the land

(though always

avoiding ants, and

beetles, and spiders).

I walk differently

in Summer. Slower,

more carefully,

each foot

landing lightly.

Concentrates the

eye wonderfully

knowing the next

step could be your

last. Is that what

makes us Australians,

I wonder, such a

cautious tentative

breed?

Paper trail

The act of

reading books –

of feeling weight,

texture; of

hearing a turning

page; the smell

of paper and

ink; the sight of

black type on

creamy white

paper. Eyes, and

hands, and knees,

and brain, working

together, to

recreate the

physical process

of writing the book.

Thoughts turned to

words on page

turned back

to thought.

But here, on

this kindle, words

flow effortlessly

across the screen

and into my brain.

Have I lost

something

or gained

something?