It is that time of the year in Adelaide, where the sun sets
in a glorious spray of vivid gold and red colours
that fluoresce the clouds to match the source of their brilliance.
In the East a near full moon, almost too bright to behold
is already visible in the pale grey sky soon to be
the dark blue and black of night.
The air is still, not even a breath a wind.
The sky hangs it palest blues before they change
to green and pinkish yellows as the sun disappears.
Clouds float and change their clothing for the approaching night.
The night air, not cold nor hot wraps its warmth around me.
Stars arc the Earth's night sky as if watching us, watching them.
And it is all reversed in the early morning as that magic
that was West is now in the East and dawn matches twilight
with the eerie silence of the sun's intensity. The night fades to day.
The stars I watched for hours I can no longer see,
but I know they are there.
We call this our Indian Summer.
Is it any wonder I do not sleep?