That evening as she sat on the sofa eating scampi and chips, Deborah looked back on her first day in Rye. After running through the surf with Dougie, who now lay sound asleep on the cushion next to her, she had strolled along the beach for a while. There she came across a surfer who complimented her on her good looks. Even now it made her blush. How old was he, she wondered. Judging by the hints of grey in his dark hair that was beginning to thin out, she reckoned he must have been in his late forties, just like she was.
An hour later found Deborah driving along the Nepean Highway in her purple 1976 Ford Falcon, headed for the family beach house near Rye on the Mornington Peninsula. Since last night’s dream, her mind was absolute chaos and she needed some time alone to get things straightened out.
For a moment she shut her eyes against the sun’s rays. Then she spread her blanket over the long, soft grass in the meadow next to the lavender field and kneeled down. Slowly she undressed until she was completely naked and felt the warmth of the sun caressing her skin. She looked around nervously. She hoped nobody could see her and quickly overcame her fear. She lay down on the blanket, closed her eyes and enjoyed the warm sensation all over her body. Before long, she fell asleep.
Once in a while, on days like this with that gentle autumn sun and the breeze caressing the leaves on the trees, I am overcome by a sense of melancholic longing. It is then that the chattering of a lone magpie takes me on a trip down memory lane, back to the late 70s in Canberra, Australia. Back to the days with my dog Rover.
Have you ever been in love? Well, I have, countless times. And has your heart ever been broken? Yeah, hurts, doesn’t it? I know, I’ve been there too. Not just because someone I’d fallen in love with didn’t feel the same for me. Mostly, it was over unfulfilling relationships – not just romantic ones – and difficult situations I’d gotten myself into, in which I constantly adapted to other people. It boiled down to living life according to other people’s desires instead of my own.