The most beautiful sunset awoken hope for tomorrow’s sunrise, as the pink tones danced with the rolling green hills for an eternity. The sunned canola interfered for just a moment, radiating in hope to pray for another drop of rain. But meanwhile its empty promises is realised, promised instead to roaming sheep who fill the emptying crop voids. And while my family's country, by lore, spans the plains north, this country feels just as much home to me.
I called in Friday afternoon to spend some time with the horses, watching them connect and cherish their new friendship. A true gentle nature is more than evident, as they slowly share a pat and brush. Despite the hustle of a mobile phone connected life, these odes to the old times showcase and demand true connection.
Surrounded by the buzz of university, I became interested in the craze of money attributed to the hopeful lifestyles of doctors, accountants and lawyers. It was a stark comparison to much of my childhood, but the dreams of hustle and prosperity was evident from the families of the apparent elite. Money, and the status associated with it, seemed to rule placements and the future. I became addicted, dreaming of ferraris and large houses, captured by things, rather than feelings.
The garden has started to thrive despite the lack of rain, with broccoli forming and the other plants growing quite well.