I got up early in the afterglow of a sleepless night, June was lulling herself awake and then returned to the Great Barrier Reef state of consciousness she swims in all night. I pulled a trident out of a puddle of water and a lightning bolt from an energy saving light bulb (I have never found they last as long as they are supposed to!) and slow ran or fast walked to the bus stop - the bus arrived like a nude in a clothes shop and I delicately looked up at the leaves on an overhanging branch as if they had suddenly changed into hazel coloured eyes. I rubbed the leaves in my own face and photographed the tuna sandwich sky as it rushed behind a Franciscan monk street lamp. I met the lighthouse man on the headland; we talked like moving water as he shone out in ever increasing circles.