Self Portrait

The following is a pragmatic/ theological endeavor to capture a lifetime’s intricate, transient moments in 100 words.

I’m from cool indigo nights around the barbie with kookaburras laughs and the crashes of distant waves washing over a happy family. I’m from hot Christmases that smell like sunscreen, salt and sand after the wrapping paper’s fallen to the floor. I’m from sticky bus seats in the morning and lazy walks back each arvo.

I’m from a sardonic, laid-back, “she’ll be right” culture, and I’m from Stanford’s eternal quest for the horizon and belief that it can be reached. I’m from both.