whailing memories across the floor.

It’s a cold Wednesday morning. Anzac day. The wind is harsh but the sun is bright, there’s something about this weather that reminds me of my childhood. Big puffy jackets. Sitting in the back of daisy our white van, squished next to my little brother. Staring longingly out the window for a room painted with clouds and a small secret friend. Traveling from town to town. If we were lucky we’d get a hot chocolate. Whilst waiting an waiting to arrive at the next destination. The next strangers house where we would make a temporary home for the night. We could only hope they had biscuits or an endless supply of milo to keep us occupied or better still a room all to our selves with m an pg movies. This was my life for a while. Touring with my parents in the cold and in the summer time.