Unplanned adventures at 1.30am: Middle of winter. Driving home. Fog over empty field. Split-second decisions. Excited phone-calls of “GET YOUR CAMERA NOW NOW NOW!”. Not wearing enough layers. Giggles and handstands and backflips. Running barefoot on ice cold grass. Wind against face. In awe, in wonder, in exhilaration.
Breath? Taken away.
This is why I’m beginning to love Perth.
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