The southern tablelands were hit by a storm last night. The rain has rained all around. The trees are laden, the ground is soaked and the creek runs free.
Today the sun’s out and the clouds come rolling in. They stretch in a never-ending line towards the north.
I stand in front of the softly burning fire and I talk to myself. I’ll soon be leaving the field behind for another day. It’s like leaving a longtime friend.
SEAN B FRASER the Dolls Point Blogger. 
I love a good fire. But it’s even better if you’ve been out in the weather first. Storms on the tablelands are always spectacular. Must be those wide horizons.