I share this as written in 2006, no edits; stream of consciousness words as they tumbled onto the page. Bunker Bay. Cape Naturaliste, Western Australia. Mid-December. The height of summer. A summer that had just arrived. A good few weeks overdue. I arrived at the resort late. Well into the evening. After a day of spontaneous decisions and fluid change. A chill to the air. Still. An extraordinary sky. Deep black. Paved with stars and planets. Flickering and twinkling. The sout
