Very quiet heading out the door at the moment. Shuffled out this morning right as the 6AM horn from the quarries blew to signal game-on. Sound carries a long way at that hour. Have always loved the early morning run - even though my legs have always hated it and often protested by breaking.
Interesting just how many people are out there at this time of year - IM, and the Sydney Half both just around the corner. A raised eyebrow across the road, a quick thumbs-up or a nod as you pass. The most miniscule of movements are sufficient to register a silent mutual support for making the effort to get up and “do it”. If you pass in the shopping centre in the middle of the day, the same folk wouldn’t spit on you if you were on fire. Go figure!
7.2 successfully shuffled.
And tried to hear your voice, but all I heard
Was a boat's whistle, and the scraping squeal
Of seabird's voices far away, and bells,
Five bells. Five bells coldly ringing out.
Five bells.
Was a boat's whistle, and the scraping squeal
Of seabird's voices far away, and bells,
Five bells. Five bells coldly ringing out.
Five bells.
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