Crack-o-Dawn

                                          'Jaw bone'                                                                       Ink on cotton rag paper

I have started working at a cafe in the little township here on Salt Spring, which means 4.30am starts for me. Yes, you read that right. I'm on the road by 5, dodging deer in the glimmering dawn light and trying to keep my eyes propped open in front of the steering wheel by blasting my eyeballs with the air-con. All of this while sitting on the 'wrong' side of the car and driving on the 'wrong' side of the road. Yeah, still haven't quite got the hang of that yet. Not the safest or most ideal situation I tell you, but we do these things, especially when it's a means to an ends, right? I just keep telling myself, 6 more weeks. Just 6 more weeks. 6 more weeks til our European jaunt. That means 2 and a half months til I'm home, like HOME home, New Zealand home! I'm just a teensy bit excited...!