This winter seems colder, you can see it in the way the trees shiver their last leaves, the way the earth, lying heavily, refuses to touch them when they fall. Everything is ice and dirty white. Clouds tangle, mist smudges the eyes, vision constrained to the middle ground. Walkers amble the roads, rugged within their loneliness, the echoes of their feet beat under-ground. The day circles darkness, wilting light running black lanes, a sharp wind throwing spasms of rain, bits of bird voice dart from roost trees. I walk to the end of the road where the quarry begins wondering how I grew old so quickly. A wallaby bends to touch the ground with its forehead before it darts away forever.
Biography: Anthony Mills lives in the southern highlands of NSW. He spent most of his working life as a public health worker in the area of physical and mental health well-being. For a number of years he managed a WHO project in the Illawarra called ‘Healthy Cities’.