A quick trip to Europe. November 2012.
I left Sydney during an early summer evening, at dusk, the sky alight with bright reds and deep blues, the sea manacing and rough under the last sun rays. How can Australia be so immense and restless at the same time is still somewhat of a mystery to me.
A day later I am landing into Rome on a light blue winter dawn, the Mediterrenean quiet and silent underneath me, the green and white of the Appennines on one side, fluffy patches of fog covering parts of the valleys below like blanket. It is the 9th of November. Barack Obama has been elected again as the USA president a couple of days ago.
Italy looks like such a beautiful place from up here, it is almost impossible to imagine what a troubled country it is, how its former glory is nothing but a story far away in the distance. On the contrary, it feels like Australia's story is being written now, its twists and turns so unpredictable, its sense of possibility alive.
Never like this time the small magic spell that is coming back home has hit me, a strange feeling of travelling through space, time, seasons and lives.
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