The sky blushed a deep pink. The colour stung the landscape below
The kookaburras unmistakable laughter saturates the air
The thick, salty breeze of the ocean ripples against the sunburnt skin of her bare shoulders
She stares out into a sky now alive with beauty
She breathes deeply, inhaling its purity
Disowning the heaviness of her life and submerging herself completely in graditude for this moment She is herself
Rare in her beauty
Touched by the vulnerability of Gaia herself.