Lunch at Dee Why
(Napkin scribblings today while waiting for colleague) Smell of salt heavy. Pale green (jade) sea glimpsed through foaming white. Hissing sand the hearth to scissoring swells, Paddling gulls anxious about the foam. Writing on soft tissue napkin. Gentle chatter of blue rinse set under a grey sky and wave chopped horison backdrop. Norfolk pine fronds…
