Tonight, I have chosen to retire rather early. I now sit in my little box—this hole-in-the-wall I shall call my home for two nights—and reflect on this long day. A long journey of much waiting, but also of many gifts and unplanned stops. I didn’t realise the bus would make stops along the way for us to experience the sublime of the mountainside.
Even in my lethargy, to remember the range of mountains so green and lush and full of unexpected surprises around every bend is a gift. The rain went with us on our way. The clouds swooped low, hugging the trees as they flew by, creating a mystical fog that seemed to call me back into the wilderness. And it was a beautiful sight to behold. Although we travel deeper into autumn, one could only see the slightest tinge of yellows and oranges of the forest just begin to appear.
My eyes captured the awe of this place that Sydney nature could never dare to rival. I am envious of the ones who get to see such sights every day. But now I have ventured many hours from that peaceful place, back into a metropolis suffering from over-tourism. And while I am happy to experience the many delightful titbits of food from which my tastebuds rejoice, I miss the quiet of small towns within the heart of the mountains. I don’t mind this little box I shall call home—it is ever so cosy.
May I be transported back to that place once more as dreamland calls.
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