My non-coloured and non-shiny, even non-enamelled, front door is open tonight in the deluded hope of a breeze. On the air is the smell of smoke, and if I were to look north-west I would possibly see the glow of the fires that came so close today. My thoughts for those helping and struggling with those. In another example of establishing distance, the word 'bush' in bush fire always seems to make them feel more removed. It is a rude reminder of reality to have the latest fires jumping through what is essentially suburbia and not that mythical other-place, the 'bush'. Hopefully the change of wind does good in the next few hours rather than bad. Value everthing that you have that is immaterial. It is your only guarantee.
Who wore it better? Getting linky today with: