is there a better beginning to a song than the intro to wide open road by the triffids? something about the beat at the very start reaches right down through my chest and a little hand grabs hold of my heart and squeezes it tightly. love it.
so in taking a line from the song 'i wake up in the morning' and i think today of all the things i SHOULD be doing. marking, filling out timesheets, writing a conference presentation for thursday, collating feedback on a course and baking a cake for tomorrow's cup lunch. what am I doing? sitting at the table, clutching a freshly made coffee like its a lifeline and thinking of the sea.
i blame stanley. its the fault of that tiny little town on the northwest coast of tassie, perched beneath the towering presence of the nut and surrounded on all sides by sea. the van diemen company headquarters sit high on the hill and the history in the place is so alive you can almost hear the clinking of chain in the crumbling cells. i figure i wouldn't have minded being a prisoner there, set high on the hill in a bluestone prison overlooking an endless expanse of blue sea....
