Rainy days on the Hume Highway are rare. Yesterday was such a day. It was almost possible to imagine oneself in England - with all that dampness in the atmosphere, lush green spring pasture, grey haze and mist, puddles by the road, water reflecting from the streams and ponds (a.k.a. creeks and dams).
But then there was the sky. Just like in England, the day was too dull to warrant sunglasses, but the rainy sky was just too huge, and too bright, to drive without the sun visors down, to block out the glare seeping through the clouds of our unmistakably Australian sky.
I'm back in Melbourne for a few days, to give a talk at the Ballarat Art Gallery - then Cat Stevens' mellifluous voice will be one of those filling my car with music, his song "On the road to find out" reminding me that "on and on I go, the seconds tick the time out" as I head back up the Hume to Sydney.
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