Miri’s fingers itched for her camera. The views across Sydney had tourists snapping shots and exclaiming in half a dozen different languages. Her own contribution came without thought. ‘I’m a photographer.’ She glanced at Tad and saw that his attention was for her, not the view. ‘That suits you. You’re watchful, taking everything in. You should have brought your camera. I wouldn’t have minded.’ She shrugged one shoulder. Uncharacteristically, she hadn’t thought to bring it. All her attention was for him. The realisation made her self-conscious and dragged a deeper truth out of her. ‘Maybe I need to be in the world, and not simply viewing it through a lens.’ The cable car reached the zoo’s entrance and she used that as an excuse to stand and change the conversation. They kept getting too serious, connecting too deeply. It was disconcerting. Perhaps he thought so too. For a few minutes, their conversation was only about the animals. They stopped at the komodo dragons’ enclosure.
