
Local Treasures
Chasing Winter Light in the Snowy Mountains: A New South Wales Alpine Diary
The light woke me before the alarm did. It came

The light woke me before the alarm did. It came

The light came first. Before the ferries, before the coffee,

The light came first. Before the ferries, before the coffee,

The bankers have gone home, and the City of London

The first thing the fjord gave me was the cold.

Picture this. The light is going gold over a cluster

I knew this castle before I ever saw it. Not

Picture this. The light is going gold over a cluster

When the neon lights of Tokyo begin to glow, the

There is a specific kind of longing that settles in