Jacklyn and Heidi

It was a clear July day, dewy underfoot where the night had soaked the grass clean of the previous day, a wide open sky overhead. The park was awash with morning sounds—of kookaburras chuckling their young awake and fresh-skinned snakes easing through the undergrowth, a whisper of eucalyptus in the air. I sat in the… Read more Jacklyn and Heidi