without further adieu

i don’t write much…i don’t write like i used to. it’s a connection thing…as in my lovely old house doesn’t have one; which means that i am slowly losing mine.

on the odd occasion i visit my parents, and then this occurs.

tomorrow i play golf with the old man before heading to byron bay for splendour.

it is beautiful coincidence that this comes my way then…

my hair is longer, my waistline a little wider, and my eyes a little tireder. i sleep less, i work more, and yet every once in a while something happens to make the fire burn deeper and the will to live last a little longer.

tomorrow i enter the water to surf again for the first time in a month…it is welcome.