Thinking about a continuing march forward and I can’t help but let my mind wander once more trough he various fields upon which everything might just so happen to be trampled, but also on other things.
I am trying to imagine the unemotional force of an unstoppable thing that tramples all underfoot, but all that comes to mind is the existence of nature and how much it is something that I love. I don’t know why I cannot imagine such a menace right now. Perhaps I have not been awake for long enough. Perhaps it is due to the start of my shift not yet reaching its commencement. Whatever the reason happens to be, I know not what it is, but perhaps not being able to think of something of that specific kind of design might be a good thing right now. Maybe.
On the plus side, I’m thinking of things that I do find pleasing. I’m thinking of the perceived beauty and wideness of nature. I’m thinking of all of its different textures and hues. The different environments fit together and express something far greater than the human collective.
The Australian bush is somewhat-unique, though many environs are, now that I think about it.
Australia is an old continent and as such its flora and fauna are (as far as I’m aware) highly specialised so as to be able to survive and propagate further within their ecosystems. A lot of the flora in Australia does appear wiry and bent in a few ways. It can often lack a perceived vibrancy, though is seldom as it appears.
The Australian bush is often filled with far more fauna than is perceived and that is a wonderful thing. I think. There are a lot of things that I think when it comes to the Australian bush and perhaps some of them are quite removed from the actuality of that particular form of landscape as that is the way things can often go. It can be human to imprint and transform things into something removed from the perceived reality of their nature, but in some ways that can make us appreciate them more than if we didn’t.
So this was going to start as a bit of fiction, but somehow it ended up with me writing a little bit about the Australian bush. Such is the way of this writing, or something.
Anyway, perhaps my favourite parts are where the bush meets the ocean. There is a particular spot in Australia that might just be my favourite part in the world and I’m sure that I’ve created a perception of it that might not actually be reasonable. Oh well.
So I guess I should wrap this all up with something succinct, but I don’t have anything right now; besides which, writing about the Australian bush is not something I think I can do with justifiable detail in a short period of time.
Oh well. Perhaps in the future I just might do so.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 10:44:84
This took a bit longer than I thought it would. Part of the reason as to why is that I stopped for a bit and thought about the idea of writing about the Australian bush at length instead of occasionally touching upon it and not giving a good overall impression of what it is and is not.
This bit of writing is rather light and perhaps a bit too dragging, I think.
Written at home.