This morning I woke at about 5:15am because I heard a rooster crowing. God, I love waking up to that sound. I felt and smelt those dry season mornings where the chooks wake you up cos they want you to bring them the feather doona. I could smell the dew on the dry speargrass and see the Sirius clouds streaking the sky.
Here I am in the heart of the nation and I can hear a rooster. This place is too deadly.
1 comment:
Makes you want to have a nap in the long grass. Just don't fall asleep with a lite smoke.
Moo
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