Rose Bay Cemetery
I woke up to a furious downpour of island rain, again. Dousing itself against the windows of my car. the sky, threatening to crack its thunder overhead. But merely a threat. I slowly roll my head to my left shoulder, a little more aware now. My eyes are dry and sore, what else is new. I close them shut for some relief, inhale deeply and blow my warm tired breath onto my divers side window. I peel my eyes open and see the small fog patch I've left, I don't even bother with making a doodle in it. I take my sleeve and wipe it away annoyed. I haven't seen the sky for ages. I haven't felt the warm vibrating sun on my skin in just as long. Faded memories now, i guess. I lick my lips, cracked, thirsty...bloody. I bite my lip to peel the dead skin away from my mouth, I pull a little to hard and taste the iron. I need to stop doing that, i think. I keep my gaze to my left, sucking gently on my lip now. I see the rain has made made no difference with the tide being out, even though its pouring. Everything is coated in a layer of salt and mud.