i go eat some salad with some girls i know in avoca, down lakeveiw drive, in the bush. one is my friend lilly whom has arrived for rest and restoration, the other is her friend whom has just come in from a surfing trip in hawaii, we smoke a little number and talk surfing, she's telling me about the waves in hawaii, and the spirit of aloha. cool stuff. we eat some good salad and then watch the sun fall down behind the trees, i tell them my book club story and they laugh.
i drive home through the rain, it's nice to see the rain after the high bush fire threat, the plants drink it up and they look happy. i think about the firemen who worked through the fires, it's a tough place australia, yeah landscape here is harsh, you gotta have the right spirit to manage here, i don't know if i have but i am a hell of a lot different than when i first arrived. i like the frontier towns, i like the edge where the wild meets civilisations weakness, it's a good reminder that no matter how much cash you have the shark don't care, the fire will show no discrimination, the land will eat you rich or poor. it's healthy to know fear, it's healthy to respect it's place in life. there's plenty to fear i think as i drive down dark roads, frogs leap across the asphalt, drenched in my headlights, branches and twigs lay upon the ground, darkness and rain, not a good place to break down, not a soul in sight, far away from anything. yeah there's a lot to fear.
home is home it's anywhere i feel safe, and i feel safe here in my home as the elements start whipping up a storm, flashes of lightening, some wild wind and more rain.