A tiny encounter.
Today while shopping in Savers for a second-hand sports bag – I opened one up to find a perfect brown skink quivering in the corner. I could see its heart beating rapidly, its bright black eyes shining in the darkness of the bag.
I caught it and with cupped hands made my way out into the bright day and the chaos of Sydney road – the skink clamoured and arched against my closed fingers, its rubbery agility shocking in its vitality and strength.
I found a garden and opened my hands into the foliage. The skink paused, tipped its tiny head to one side, then launched itself off my hand with the most breathtaking grace and disappeared into the green shadows.
Made my day.