A North-West Moment

*I'm afraid I don't feel confident enough with all the operations here at the station to give you concrete information on how and why we do everything. As I learn all the reasons for what we do I'll keep you updated but for now I hope you enjoy understanding why when I wake up in the morning there is a smile on my face; regardless of how long or hard the day ahead is.

The door slides back as my foot hits the mildly warm rippled decking. So used to the feeling of cold floorboards underfoot she wriggles her toes slightly. She breathes deeply and laughs to herself as the humidity provides her with a drink as well. Unlike home this is a place where warmth and moisture envelops you constantly. She smiles as it hugs her with warm arms instead of cold fingers clutching at her. She listens to the chirrups and twitters of the bird life around her. The world seems alive and thriving, the grass seems to sing beneath the dewy morning. The sky reigns with deep blue and twinkling stars in the west, and in the east it is lit from beneath. The fiery reds morph into brilliant honey yellows, the clouds mix the palette into sultry purples as the light ripples it's way through a rainbow of hues. Not a breath of wind stirs yet all the noises can be heard, as clear as a bell they reach into her soul and she smiles.

She may miss home, she may miss the cool of the mornings and the slight warmth at mid-day, but there is nothing she does not love about this place. Here she can run free in shorts and singlets, she can befriend the curious Brahman calf, she can drive for fifty kilometres and still be on the same property. This is a home of another variety, this is a home of red dirt, of green kooch grass sneaking it's way across soft white sand dunes. This is a place where the soul lightens with each sunset it sees, a place where strength is admired and ingenuity an essential tool. She can wake to hear the beach being pounded by surf, sweat in the heat all day long and come home to a cool drink and many a laugh.