Gail is a writer, I met on the Gold Coast. This post reminds me of why I love living there so much.
This post comes with a soundtrack 🙂
Recorded this morning on the second last day of winter as I rode beside Tallebudgera Creek at West Burleigh Heads. You’ll hear the birdsong of Pied Currawongs, Magpies and Rainbow Lorikeets, cars passing by and a plane buzzing overhead.
Yet still the birds sing on, each in their own voice, telling me there are signs of Spring.
You know, when it’s soon to be Spring. Signposts appear that mark the movement into this new season. The land speaks differently across latitudes and longitudes. But everywhere, it speaks.
The leaves of the Jacaranda trees are beginning to yellow. Soon they’ll drop their lace-like frames to the ground, leaving bare grey limbs, ready for purple blooms. They’ll paint brilliant lilac flourishes on tall limbs, stretching into new skies.
The creek mouth narrows where it meets the sea. Winter sands gather and want to move the Currumbin Creek mouth north, but…
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