Sometimes, when she sits on the step, she thinks about places. Places connect us to memories, as does music and scent.
She thinks of the cool water of Nelson Bay and the pretty lighthouse on the hill. This connects her to her sister.
She thinks of the grey days with coffee on every corner, a European feel, and a charm only Melbourne emits. This connects her to her home.
She thinks of young days with a hammer for macadamia nuts and corkscrews for coconut eyes in Mareeba. This connects her to her origins.
All of these memories play behind her eyes, as she looks to the red dirt full of cracks under the Australien sun.
The photo is of the place we hammered macadamia nuts as kids.