neonascent

The trip back from Melbourne - starting yesturday and ending just 30 minutes ago this morning - was incredibly long and epic.

The stage for my denouement was set in the small town of Tarcutta, coincidently almost exactly halfway between Melbourne and Sydney.

I waited, I thought, I read. I wondered and looked at the incredibly clear sky and saw the milkyway. Then I saw two falling stars, and in the early hours of this morning a brilliant rainbow arch.

I got an idea of the lives of truckies. I got an idea of their deaths. A hundred and twenty-three of them younger than myself killed in truck accidents over the years.

Sat by fires, got lashed with freezing winds. Rode for hours into the dawn.

Trite as it sounds: lost a dream but found a story.