Winter sea

Winter has come at last to Sydney. It is my favourite season. The cold makes me feel vibrant & alive. Not unlike a cigarette ad from days of yore.

This is my fifieth post. Which impels me to quote some poetry, viz:

The boy stood on the burning deck
Whence all but he had fled.
His waistcoat buttons all had burst
And he was gorging bread.
"This is my fifteenth cup of tea,"
he cried with accent wild
"Just one more crust before I bust!"
He was a vulgar child.