I travelled, today.
Down the black, winding, back road, through the golden tan grasslands, bordered by the back hills that loom dark against the sky.
To one side, there were kangaroos, grey, almost invisible in the shadow of the gum trees, and then the sudden riotous flash of colour as a flock of parrots crossed in front of me.
Life explodes in abundance, around me.
Somewhere an old woman weeps, quietly, inside, afraid of what might be.
All I can do is hold her hand.
