As the passenger plane starts to descend, scorched earth and skeletons of trees come into view. I picture winged seeds arising from blazing eucalypts to ride airstreams to neighbouring lands.
I curse myself for forgetting to pack a paperback in my carry-on baggage. Rather than reading, I gaze out an oval window at the topography stretching out some 35,000 feet below. Colourful paddocks and trees cover flat terrain, recalling the rural area I just left behind. I consider how, burnt by losses, I had recently decided to relocate interstate for a fresh start. I am still unsure of my decision.
As the passenger plane starts to descend, scorched earth and skeletons of trees come into view. I picture winged seeds arising from blazing eucalypts to ride airstreams to neighbouring lands.
Krystyna
29/1/2021 05:00:21 pm
Such is the challenge to make something meaningful out of something depleted. Well written, Michael.
Mary Wallace
30/1/2021 12:22:14 am
Mother nature has a way of clothing herself in a short period of time. And coming back more beautiful than ever.
Sue Clayton
30/1/2021 02:56:59 am
Empathy with a fellow Aussie. Nature always manages to renew, repair and repaint herself over time with vibrant colours. It takes us humans, and other species, a little while longer to recover, some not ever, but with resilience we win through.
Sandra James
31/1/2021 08:01:18 am
Moving to Central Victoria from Gippsland eleven years ago, I was a bit 'surprised' at the differences just 300kms away, very different soil for my garden and more extreme weather, but I've learned to enjoy the new challenges and, of course, there are some advantages :) Well written, Michael, I felt I was sitting on that plane watching, too! Comments are closed.
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