the shopping trip

On the farm, I always felt safe; I don't know if it was the country vibe or if it was that sense of being off the grid entirely. The afternoon sun shared its orange hue with everything. The red dirt, white bark and green leaves of the trees, all colors contrast against a bright blue cloudless sky.

Another pot hole snaps me out of the day dream as the dusty old Ute charges along the highway, only 657kms until I hit the front gate of the property, then its another two days drive to the house, it wasn't just a farm but a country in its self. Australia is good for that, remoteness, the undisturbed bliss of being off the grid to continue my research.

Ten years had passed in the blink of an eye, back then I didn't even know how to use a multimeter, now I'm knee deep in quantum physics and nanotechnology, just for kicks. Don't get me wrong, I'm not some hermit genius or new age wiz kid, I'm just a guy who lives out in the bush, nothing special here, moving right along.

My dog Jed sleeps next to me on the passenger seat, I'm sure he knows we are going back home. Our trip down to Brisbane for supplies was long and taxing. All the noise the hustle and bustle, I just can't do it anymore, to much insanity all in one place I think it does both of our heads in.

The radio plays a fading tune familiar but broken by a failing reception. The crackling static wins again, I smile switching off the radio knowing that familiar sound was an indication of the remoteness. "nothing out here but pig's n roo's now Jed".



Muzz

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Hi JustMike,

Thanks for your reply, glad you enjoyed the story.



Muzz