We are so different. From the shape

of our eyes to the grin of our smile.

The food we like, the food we eat.

The sounds we hear with our different

shaped ears. The secret thoughts in

our minds. The pulse in our veins, the

blink of our eyes, the dreams the

hopes as we view the skies.

Harbour

'Friendship' is the name of the

ferry. A hundred tonnes of metal

bobbing into the harbour waters

manoeuvred into place with speed,

skidding in the water, shifting,

and gently resting for boarding

Sydney

Not to give you an impression of Sydney to carry with you, but the first impression of this city is amazement.

Even with the rolling waters, wind and rain, grey cloud filled sky. Amazement and wonder I say.

Perhaps to a native the day is gloom and cold, but to me....

Finally and joyously Sydney.

I guess it's like someone's first glimpsed experience of New York. Grandiose, high, full of movement and chaos. But for a native New Yorker 25th & Broadway is just a street to cross on the way to breakfast.

So too perhaps the Manly ferry, but to this foreign traveller many wonders have happened not so spectacular as this, Sydney in the wind and rain.

The Chase

Even as I put pen to paper as I move swiftly across an unknown landscape, I chase my inspiration.

I know it because I rode it once or twice. Rode it like a wave towards the shores or a wind through the city streets. Powerful, uncontrollable yet in every way present in a form so conceivable yet intangible in its entirety.

I feel it again. As if it is another entity altogether here on this continental island. Chase chase chase.

Bus driver drive. I am after it. I am getting closer.