This piece from anthropologist Bree Blakeman, “A fieldnote from home”:
This evening I nearly saw a man drown. I run the same route most afternoons, over the bridge and along the foreshore. This evening I was about to cross over the bridge when I saw something or someone splashing in the water. I stopped. It was a man, only a few metres from the banks of the river, and he was drowning. He kept trying to stand up before falling over, his head going under the water for a longer period of time each time he fell.
Bree writes some beautiful, beautiful pieces about Aboriginal languages on that blog, too, that are well worth reading.