Walking out the door from a long, terrible day of work I was greeted by an unseasonably warm spring day. The clouds held the promise of storm and it reminded me of where I called home for so many years. During summer the heat was incredible. You gloried in it and languished in it and when it got too much for you the clouds would roll in and a shower would relieve the tension.

If you couldn’t tell, as I walked into the Melbourne approximation of my hometown’s best days, I missed the real thing. Tears threatened to make an appearance, but I held them back. There have been too many tears lately, too many tears today. My heart is broken into too many pieces and now is not the time for tears, it is the time for anger, for change. It’s time for action.