'I’m just leaning into the moment—literally.'

The sun was low, casting its molten reflection across the expanse of Menindee Lake. A solitary eucalyptus tree stood at the edge of the shore, its roots gripping the earth like fingers reluctant to let go. The water shimmered with an almost ethereal glow, as if it held secrets only the fading light could reveal. I paused under the tree’s sprawling branches, feeling their gentle sway in the breeze. The distant silhouettes of submerged trees punctuated the horizon like ancient sentinels guarding this quiet retreat. Every ripple in the water seemed to echo something unspoken—a reminder of time’s steady march and nature’s enduring patience.