lovelorn(e)

A week in Lorne on the Great Ocean Road. Lucky me. And I do feel lucky because Lorne is beautiful. And staying in the Lorne Surf Club right on the beach with million dollar views was incredible. The fact that my reason for being there was Year 9 camp and that I was sharing the aforementioned views with 90 14-going-on-15 year olds somewhat skews the magnificence of it all.

Nevertheless. A week in Lorne.

And time out to wait and watch the sun rise for four mornings. That is a gift in itself.

The sun rises and sets every day. But there is nothing everyday about the times when we sit to watch it unfold.

It is exciting watching the sun rise. The anticipation, the spectacular colours, the sudden arrival. On the mornings I was watching, the sky was suffused with a beautiful deep pinky red which heralded the arrival of the sun. In that moment, I thought about what the sun had left behind, the people and countries it had just been illuminating. Then suddenly it broke the horizon and as soon as it popped up over the line where sea meets sky, the colour and beauty was gone.

But the feeling of having participated in something special lingers.