Slept terribly again last night. What’s new!? I plugged in Helen Garner’s last diary in her trilogy and listened until I finally dropped off. My last recollection was her voice whispering: “In fifteen minutes I’ll be thirty-nine years old.” Her words echoing…in 15 minutes, I’ll be…in 15 minutes, I’ll be…in 15 minutes, I’ll be….

Jan Grue: “But the days slip by at an uncomfortable speed.”

Christian Wiman: “Time, that great grinding wheel of the world rolls over you…too eroded to notice.“

I walk.

The World feels like it has rolled over me, and then back again. Heavy step, heavy shoulders, heavy backpack, just all Heavy. And, Tired. Of this same track. Same trees. Same hut. Just more of the Same.

It’s now been 1,268 consecutive (almost) morning walks at Cove Island Park. Like in a row.

I’m about to turn back – HAD ENOUGH – and I see them in the distance. And here they come.

Think Pegasus without the wings. This dog could fly. How many times have I seen these two on this track? Go introduce yourself! Go say hello! Do it!

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