This doesn’t happen very often: a few days together, spaced apart by a few years. We do what we want in the humid air of this outback. Racing, lazing, laughing and gazing back at the potent past. We revert and move ahead, fueled by booze, love, and the certainty that an off-season of a few more years, looming large on the ride at dawn, begins to shrink the moment we step off the plane and back into our homes.
