Port Phillip Bay I
Alone at night by the waters edge it's as if the world is ours alone to visit with as we wish. Out on the bay the twinkling lights reflect off the shimmering flat surface like beacons to us from the other side. The evenings last light still hovering, trapped in the atmosphere in purple hues, a visual memory of what has now gone below the horizon.
We wait for the stars to come out and shine, for the moon to appear and the world to fall asleep. A silent hush has descended, calming and tranquil, beauty in the darkness as it creeps across the landscape. For in the darkness, the lights shine even more beautifully bright.