I flew into Sydney in December, and despite being under the weather, as I walked out into the sunshine of the Sydney International Airport I remarked the following to my wife, nearly in tears:
"It smells like bloody Home".
There's something about the air in Australia. Maybe it's the sun. It's just... different. It was familiar, it was warm, it was welcoming. Yes, there are problems in Australia, but there's always a moment in any trip back where I am Back.
- Under the Southern Cross I Stand
- A sprig of wattle in my hand,
- A native of my native land,
- Australia you little beauty.
