INK FRUIT FADING IN THE SUN:

 

A day to remember, a gathering of faces, eager & open.

Smiling, polite, respectful, nervous laughter, greeting with 

hopeful handshakes after Christmas – comes into the warm, stumbles, 

blinking. A field shrouded by fog, a dirt road of succulent mud, 

decorated with the parallel lines of converging tyre tracks –

unfamiliar.  

Cars encrusted in winter dirt. new combinations of sounds,

new voices, conversations, subjects & passions – we smile. 

this is something new, a road untravelled for decades, a door 

discovered ajar. 

Played versions of a song I tried to remember, hoping not to appear 

inept – laughing. New people mingle with trusted faces, new connections 

for the journey to come – travellers. 

It’s been a long haul, a story I’ll tell you soon, but base camp 

has been established – first nights sleep in months.

Listening to Joni 

 

(K)