a road to Gabbin · 27/09/2009 10:03 pm by Bron
In Bencubbin- I went for a walk from the Caravan Park back through town, and down a long narrow road that leads to Gabbin. It was afternoon, and it was golden. I was alone with the wildflowers and the weeds edging the wheat fields. I unplugged my ears to listen to the silence. And at that moment I was so incredibly happy to be exactly where I was. Swimming in the bright silent sun. How often does that happen?
