The Year of Love and Heartbreak

A couple of nights ago I had a really great night. Not because anything particularly exciting happened but because it was just one of the evenings when it was great to be alive.

Monday was a really hot day. The type of hot where this Tasmanian could have very easily decided the only thing to do was lie under the full force of the air con and wallow in self-pity. My black and white baby however had her heart set on a walk. Puppy eyes win every time. I stripped down to what I deemed the bare minimum of clothing required to be walking the dog and stepped outside. I am so glad I did. The rivers edge was abuzz with people making the most of the cooler part of the day. The heat-hazed sky was a palette of pastels that faded into dusk as we walked. The full moon then appeared casting its light across the calm river. This stunning evening was an eerie contrast to the same day one year prior.

Back to Base

A bit over a week ago I took a City Cat to meet Cameron for date night sushi and to view a laser light display over the city that was part of the Brisbane Festival. While there is nothing particularly unusual about date night, as I sat there taking in the sparkling city lights and marvelling how beautiful the river and the dusk skyline was, it dawned on me that I was admiring the same thing that had caused nearly a year of uncertainty; admiring the beauty of the river that 9 months ago flooded our newly renovated ‘shoebox’.