On the mountain’s I stood. Which one, I hardly knew. North of the great ranges but not so far that where I stood, the land heaved from granite to plains; that wilderness sighed to roads, to pylons and to trains. Where the wood smoke breathed of country towns, or the coal mines a little further.
I knew them by their smell; that of soot, dirt and thunder.
I was north but not so far north. To the south across the bay I could say, but perhaps it would be more accurate to say all over lay that of Melbourne. A sprawl that stretched not from ground to the sky, but horizon to horizon. From one end of the bay to nigh the other, and stretching further west than the yarra.
A great town that was established by the ceding of territory through a treaty the Wurundjeri did not understand. Six hundred thousand acres of land in exchange for some fourty blankets.
In the present day, the Melbournians were a pleasant people. They affixed and wore smiles aplenty. in the night, they lived a life of glitter. A thousand small suns, but not stars. There stood none so bright.
To my west lay the Alpines, and further still the semi-arids that led to South Australia.
Behind me, east from here, if I trailed my gaze there was the princes highway, the coastal road interstate. A quiet road compared to the Hume. If I listened, quitter still, there was nothing but the cry of clouds and clouds. That and the sea.
From where I stand on these mountains, I figured this is home for me.
This is Victoria, and what I find natural.
Good evening everyone! Nam here, today with this prompt I was thinking of nature, and then I thought of home – Melbourne, Victoria.
It made me think. Would I ever want to live interstate or worse yet, intercontinental (Australia is a continent of it’s own remember)? The thought made me shudder a bit, and I guess it’s natural for me.
I would like to ask what do you all think? Where do you live and would you ever consider moving?
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