The Australian pines are gone, transplanted to replace the native flora. With their needle-like branchlets and cone-like clusters, they were not pines at all. But these towering trees walled the shore as if protecting us from the deep black sea. That’s how it felt back then in the 1970s, when we parked until dusk shrouded us inside, letting in the sound of the lapping waves.
wide darkness …
we breathe in adios
following the stars