Last week I made my way to a regular sit spot*. Among the coastal banksia, atop a hill path overlooking the lagoon facing south towards Wollongong. I perched on my favourite rock seat and observed a family in the distance on the beach. A father, two children and two dogs absorbed in play, immersed in sun and sea spray. The father corralled the dogs as lovingly as he did the children. The tide was out, and the breeze whipped up large waves blowing the tops off the crests as they tumbled back into deep. A cormorant made its way up the creek from the lagoon to sit under the casuarinas. It sat in observation, hoping for a morsel from the brackish shallows.
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Last week I made my way to a regular sit spot*. Among the coastal banksia, atop a hill path overlooking the lagoon facing south towards Wollongong. I perched on my favourite rock seat and observed a family in the distance on the beach. A father, two children and two dogs absorbed in play, immersed in sun and sea spray. The father corralled the dogs as lovingly as he did the children. The tide was out, and the breeze whipped up large waves blowing the tops off the crests as they tumbled back into deep. A cormorant made its way up the creek from the lagoon to sit under the casuarinas. It sat in observation, hoping for a morsel from the brackish shallows.