Libby Sommer: ‘You Remember’You Rememberwhen you were dating a crazy-man, walking with him late at night to the harbouron New Year’s Eve. You remember the deep slow double hoots of Powerful Owlslike they were already welcoming in the new year, all the way along the littlebeach that led to the ferry wharf. You remember thinking they must regularly hootat people who liked to walk late at night along the sand – a happy sound, becauseyou’re walking beside the cooling water on a hot summer evening, and the woo-hooing owls are percussionists. It’s like you’re at a dance moving to a beat, butwho else can hear their rhythm or the melody? You remember your walk to watch the fireworks was quiet and calm with thatunpredictable man—no outbursts—just the two of you listening out for owls inthe bushland reserve by the beach.