WIDE OPEN SPACES HIGH ABOVE THE KITCHEN

I've been down in Gippsland for the past few days staying at my family's house, something I haven't done for years.  I'd forgotten so many things; the smell of the water when it comes out of the tap and how you can shower with the window open and not worry about anyone seeing you, the hot windy days that seamlessly turn into hot windy nights, the gutter of the chickens at dusk.  Just looking up and being able to see the stars.

My Nanna leaves the key to the house on a hook next to the door.  It's funny how the memory jogs itself back to those perceptions and feelings you first felt when you were younger and didn't know what was coming even though you've changed so much.  When I get worried about all the things I have to do and all the things I want to do I hope I can just think back to this snap of time, when everything felt slow and innocent in conviction like it was when I was little and everything superfluous was just that.