BORIS

COLD

It came to me at about 2am just the other week. My friends and I were on our way to the Dawn Service in Canberra and had left Sydney sometime around midnight.

We had pulled over beside Lake George to take our ease and stare at the impossibly beautiful night sky for a few minutes. We were ahead of schedule because we had been speeding – which is how the devil makes work for idle throttle hands on deserted roads – and it was probably time for another belt of rum.