Partway across the foot bridge crossing the Maranoa River I pause and reflect: most evenings.
This is what I see: the footbridge, the murals painted on a concrete pylons of the road bridge, the Maranoa River, my mulberry and bottle trees, and usually Snow White the egret as well.
Then, of course, there's Major my loyal and very handsome German shepherd who takes me on a walk every evening.
The image I see at this special place is imprinted on my soul. It's a place where I feel centred and 100 per cent involved in the moment. Who could ask for more?