Eos ~ Feb 16

Eos ~ Feb 16

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After the blush of Eos has finished I wait in limpid expanding barely perceptibly, watch the flows of the estuary, patterns, leisurely flows made visible, sailing lines down the surface gloss, quiet colour, sand takes the water’s fingerprints.

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Hieroglyphs are shattered by large fish chasing fish beyond the bank, temporary anchor the breakers hit, crashing white cymbals and rumbling a continual tuba note.

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This is time to wait positively, patiently attend to the breath, do some Tai-chi walking or . . . Today Eos is different (it always is) the birds are especially busy. Two pairs of magpies are carolling, just behind me a large family of querulous wrens tangle through the scrub, a Willie Wagtail flies in and out amongst them.
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Perched for the view, Fig birds, a Black-faced Cuckoo Shrike and tumbling across a squall of aqua and tangerine, the Scaly-breasted Lorikeets.

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A Great Cormorant lands inside the blush, no sign of the mob of Little Black Cormorants that are often fishing sunrise here. A Sooty Oystercatcher sticks to the dark rocks.

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02 16_Eos_Helios A child’s Boogie board – we forget things, forget how beautiful Eos is, how fragile this enormous land, sea, air. How tiny distance has become, how scarce night.
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The estuarine water is lapping my feet like a pet, sinking softly, shifting sands or tectonic plates at glacial speed.


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