In many ways a severe COVID-19 lockdown is about finding oneself

In ones own environ

Reconnecting and finding peace within

I grew up 5 or 6 km from where I live now

We were A Bunch of Ratbags

Back in the rough industrial suburb of Footscray 

And as a kid I ride my bicycle to the City of Williamstown

To look across at the City of Melbourne and dream.

Walk along the old piers looking at the boats and dreaming of adventures in distant lands

Now this area is my home and Im back from adventures in distant lands

And am again cycling by the waterside, sometimes dreaming and often appreciating the beauty of the place

The mighty ships coming up the Yarra River to port the ever present reminder of modern industry

So different  to the time when the ball on the Time Ball Tower was raised and lowered so the waiting ships could set their chronometers.

Riding along the trail over the weeks of the restrictions I see and experience the moods of the slowly changing hours, weeks and months

Lost in the winter fogs

Feeling stranded like the boat at low tide

Rejoicing in the joy of a clear winters day the bear cloudless sky reflected in the still waters of the creek estuaries

Clear but cold with the beach all but empty apart from some hardy souls walking on the sand or buying a hot coffee.

Sometimes having to ride home hard in the cold chill of a waning day

The trail I ride is about 15km its like a meditation as my legs move to the rhythm of the trail.

The same trail but everyday different.

Lost in the place and its beauty.