berowra waters hike

2023, february 19, cammeraygal (sydney)

in the morning, i'm in bed, writing, blue sky crashing through the window, and the coffee‘s hotness seeping into every corner of my mouth. later, i squat down on the hiking trail, spread out my pink tunisian towel, and set up a quickie picnic on it. taking a bite from my grain-explosion bread, i see the hazelnut in it, cleanly sliced, looking professional and fitting effortlessly into the grain scene, its cut surface mirror-smooth. later, i run into a cave with lines of sandy hues, i caress them with my eyes. i step on climbing hooks on the rock, and z. extends his hand, pulling me up. i feel a burst of pink and bright blue, as my bikini and the sky shine into my eyes. in the evening, i'm in bed with happily sore feet, the hiking day lingering in my limbs, a yummily greasy pizza box on top of me, with a jalapeno peperoni pizza inside, my belly committed to a glorious feast of overeating. z. is doing stretching exercises, and on netflix, a documentary is playing, about indian americans being masters of spelling bees.