Cotton Trees, wet lands, sand...and mosquitoes (frenzied in the shaded groves). Lovely breeze from the north-east -- blowing at me from the Coral Sea. Low tide too.
I've worked out that I can tour my region with my sticks and do my biz in many an ecological milieu as a gesture to embracing the dynamic of presence and awareness.
A change of scenery and a novel breeze can enhance the experience. The locale -- after I had escaped the mossies -- offered me greater focus.
