I sit in front of my computer.
A fresh cooling breeze hitting my shoulders from the open window beside me.
The TV is off, the only sounds are Strong Bad on loop coming from Boo’s bedroom while he sits in the family room with MPS making a ‘movie’.
I hear a helicopter in the distance, the only thing reminiscent of that day a year ago today.
The day when it rained fire and ash.
The day when we sat glued to the radio listening to the warnings,
Today the bush is green and lush, regrowth and rebuilding, life goes on.
S lives down the street from me now, her new house almost ready, due to move in on my birthday, her beautiful granddaughters 1st birthday.
It was my workmates uncle that was found dead in his car out the front of S’s house. Not even the chimney was left standing. He didn’t stand a chance. Metres away another friends husband and son huddled in a cement water tank.
I just cannot comprehend it. Don’t want to comprehend the horror.
As I sit here and look out my window I find it hard to believe that this time last year it was 48C and our state was ablaze.
Life goes on, but we will never forget.