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.
They stand hand in hand looking to the Alps.
Reflective and oddly calm, she says, “Up here the world is crisp and clean. You and I can talk without the madness of society getting in the way…Don’t you love the way the snow sits upon the mountains, yet the sun still shines and it isn’t too cold?”
He pauses for a few moments to breathe in the crisp air, “It’s beautiful for an Autumn day…the light, it’s welcomed here and not despised…I could live in this country…”
She looks to him and smiles, so he adds, “The sun feels different in Australia compared to Switzerland…Perhaps it is weaker?”
She squeezes his hand and he kisses her forehead, as she responds, “Yes…it feels fainter…let’s stay a little longer.”