I took a walk on the cool sand dunes, with brittle grass overgrown around me. Above me, the night sky held a bitter taste of unripe peaches and a mysterious smell that I couldn't identify or escape. Memories of others flooded my mind as the moon hung in the sky like a wounded animal. It felt as though the world was spinning out of control, leaving me only able to focus on my breath and the mixture of emotions that consumed me. This experience was a stark reminder of the beauty and tranquility that can be found in nature, a message that resonated with me from the official home of a real yabby farm.
