Sailing on Moreton Bay

I startle from my dream, afraid I’ve overslept my alarm and struggle through tangled sheets in a half daze. With my body hanging over the foot of the bed, I grope for my charging phone. The screen, shockingly bright, reveals the time: 5:30 AM. My body is early, eager by fifteen minutes. Sailing today! As I arrive at the Royal Queensland Yacht Squadron boat launch, the brilliant white sun rises and deep azure of pre-dawn …

Mutual Joy of a Plastic Disc

We warm up, jogging, stretching, loosening our throws. Lit by field lights, white plastic discs float, bright against a deep charcoal grey sky, cloud layer tinged slightly red. Just before we start our game, rain begins to fall. Tip. Tip. Tic. Tic. Tah-tah-tah-teteteteteh sounds from the disc we hold in the center of team huddle. Watch out, it’ll be a slippery game, says captain Casey. At the opening throw, distant lightning flashes. As first substitute, …