I was on the road last week, and I found this along the Great Ocean Road.
One of the coolest road signs ever, I must say.
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[2105] Of more dunes
Nothing to write.
My mind is something like that at the moment; empty.
This is somewhere near Port Stephens, New South Wales.
I cannot get it out of my mind. In my subconsciousness, I still feel the blowing wind in my face and I still feel the fine grainy sand under my feet.
I am still stuck to a time of no worries. Sigh…
This path leads to a beach called Zenith, if I recall correctly.
Vast empty space filled with sand reminds one of hostile barren desert.
Yet, despite its nothingness, it is beautiful. The waves drawn on the sand, towering dunes, deep temporary gullies and the shade make such landscape of emptiness somehow fulfilling.
Technically, the place above is not a desert. Port Stephens in New South Wales, Australia is close to the beach and the dunes are surrounded by trees. It is definitely not dry and even at the height of day, it was cooling.
But for all intends and purposes, it is for me. I have been to places with sand dunes back in Michigan but the dunes in Michigan — the Sleeping Bear Dunes by Lake Michigan — are no match for the one I saw several days ago.
The place so vast that it is enough for my imagination to run loose.
For once, I thought I could live with nothing, because it was beautiful.
I was away for a few days and I am on post-trip blues.
This battered path leads to at least two stations that used to house a gun each during the World War II to protect a natural harbor close by.
I wonder how it feels like during the night with clear sky and stars glittering in the southern sky. I should have looked up when I was there at night. I did not do so and I completely ignored the heaven. In the past, I would not have given the opportunity a miss.
Even if I had looked up, I can no longer recognize the constellations in the sky.
It is probably a sign of how dreams changed.
How I wish I had never grown up.