Peace

The soft, persistent breeze tugs at my arm as it breathes in small insects through the window and exhales them out the car door.I can hear birds- the neighboring property must have an avery. Their calls hint at a domestic breed that don't blend with the mellow sounds of the water birds. Sandy cliffs loom high above a trickling creek; a Dr Jekyll sitting amoungst Mr Hyde's path of destruction. Clumps of debris cling to high branches and floss the fencing. River grass still bent, caught in a downstream bow. The moon is out, it looks like an egg or a football- not quite full, just hanging at an angle in the sky.

There's a peace I find here where I can close my eyes, breathe in and totally relax. It's the rurality of this place- I can see giant trees of powerlines and hear planes changing gears as they descend overhead. I have this untamed wildness with the city crowded around the edges.