Yesterday I was at home with the windows closed, even the birds were taking refuge under the covered roof. I was wearing my thermal track suit bottoms and fleece and had my British Airways socks on with my flip flops. A right Chav, my boys would say, but the weather called for it. Winds shook the biggest of trees, rain lashing down for 48 hrs, four people lost their lives being swept away in a flash flood. I live here and I almost incredulous at the nature of the beast.
Today the sun is out, some pretty white clouds dot the sky and as I cleaned the garden of broken branches and leaves a kookaburra came and sat nearby and I saw the water dragon sunning itself on the branch of the Frangipani tree. Even moments like these need to remembered as their unremarkable nature take on a different tone after the cataclysm of yesterday's storm. So I am off to celebrate the birth of Buddha with Brisbane buddhists.