The yellow brick road

A warm winter’s sun
dapples the path to the beach.
The waves call my name.

The Sparrow had to drive into Brisbane today, so the Silverback and I walked into town and spent some time at the Baked Poetry Cafe. When we got back we nipped down the path across the street to look at the sea. I love this path. It either takes me to walks on the beach or sitting at the lookout. All the pumice has gone now and the sand has completely covered the Coffee Rocks. It looks different every day!