Rising above the floods

By Thorn Mulli

Yes, now I remember, it was the haunting call of the Fish Eagle,  that call that still inhabits me wherever I am in the four corners of the world. The flight of the Kingfishers, the Malachite Kingfisher, a splash of the furious colours of the rainbow in a crystal clear firmament. Every shade, every shadow, the light…nowhere as that light. Everything was filled with life.”