While driving through this landscape, I felt pride, I felt at home, I belonged.
It's sprawling fields, where sheep and cattle graze. Where tall dry grass, lines the roadside. Old windmills dot the horizon. I have travelled these roads many a time.
The air out the window is refreshing, the red gums like welcoming friends, familiar, they free me from my worries.
This is where I belong, I am a child of this landscape, comforted in its embrace.
|The Ash Wednesday fires were 27 years ago, but blackened trees still stand as a reminder.|
Wordless Wednesday with Trish