Living on a peninsula in Sydney Harbour I sometimes enjoy listening to the ships' horns late at night. It's such a strangely soothing yet haunting sound, evocative of so much. Today, as I walked from the main street towards the waterfront I saw a ship's mast and funnel move just behind a row of houses. It was as though the vessel was moving gently along a street's pavement as I could only make out the higher bits of the ship. Somehow it seemed perfectly normal.
