My coffee this morning also reminded me of cyclones. I’m not complaining, but cyclone season, which runs here from November to April, has so far been cyclone free. BOM say there is a 65% chance it will remain that way. That’s unusual, but maybe in a good way. I’m certainly pleased. I live in a caravan with a pop top and a canvas awning out the side.

Other parts of this huge country are copping the unusual in other ways. Drought, fire, flood.

The balance of the Force has been disturbed, young padawan.

Author: Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.

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