A golden sun tinted the sky orange as it crept up over the
aircraft wing as we neared Western Australia this morning, dazzling me with its
brilliance. Later in the day at the evening hour for communing with
family, we relaxed on our verandah struggling to be heard above the noise
the raucous white tailed black cockatoos made as they circled overhead
considering returning to their evening roosts. Two ducks squawked
annoyance at the noisy cockatoos as they flew between them on their hurried way.
We decided to take a stroll in the national park. The sun was setting, casting
pink and purple shadows on two solitary lazy clouds hanging contentedly in the
clear blue sky alongside a large round silver moon keeping watch over the
valley. A magpie in a tree called to us as we passed. The din of
the cockatoos, ducks and magpie welcomed us home, we had missed their noisy
calls this past nine months and had noticed the silence of nature in other
parts of the world. It is good to be back in Terra Australis, good to be
home.
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