upon the drying ground, winter’s producing clouds of golden mist. The harbour ships no longer list, but tilt towards their even keel as pilots navigate by feel and gently rearrange their ballast. Though some hands have been lost in storms and some survive in different forms and some are broken, bruised and calloused, the winds are dying off the bow and Sydney for now. Harbour’s safe Originally published in the 22 Sep 2004 to 21 Sep 2005 Sydney Morning Herald See ; text taken from
upon the winter’s drying ground, producing clouds of golden mist. The harbour ships no longer list, but tilt towards their even keel as pilots navigate by feel and gently rearrange their ballast. Though some hands have been lost in storms and some survive in different forms and some are broken, bruised and calloused, the winds are dying off the bow and Sydney Harbour’s safe for now. Originally published in the Sydney Morning Herald 22 Sep 2004 to 21 Sep 2005 See ; text taken from