Kurrajong trees...

Today has been a restless day. I forced myself out of the house this afternoon and drove down to the local waterfall where I sat and smoked a cigarette and enjoyed the sunshine, the babbling creek and the peacefulness of the place. The landscape beyond the creek was void of trees accept for a sprinkling of kurrajong trees left over from the land clearing of the mining era last century. In the time between then and now it seems nature has failed to reclaim the area leaving only the timber unable to be used in the mines and mining camps.

Reading yesterday's post reminds me how awful a day it was for me. I am in a more accepting mood about the work issue today. Tomorrow I will call work back and find out what shift I start on next week. After that call I will try and not dwell on my imminent return and face the situation when the weekend ends.

Next week I will try and be like the kurrajong and remain standing at the end of the day...