Woke up last night at about 1.00 a.m. to something I haven’t seen in a long while: complete darkness. I may as well have been blind. The moon had not yet risen, and starlight was obscured by thick cloud cover.
And there were no lights – anywhere.
No reflection of light on the clouds from a city or town – there are none. Eyre is just one house – where we are staying at the old telegraph station. And no one felt it necessary to leave a light on, which is great.
How often do we experience that nowadays? Complete darkness? It was oddly comforting to find that it was in fact still possible.
When I stepped outside – with a torch – to go to the outhouse, I met a kangaroo on the way. He moved away, leisurely, unafraid.
And this morning we woke to the sounds of Major Mitchell Cockatoos…
Life is good.
(But, alas, no work is being done…)