Fast Car (Escaping the City Lights)

There's nothing like getting away from it all, jumping out of town and escaping the city lights. The vast plains of agriculture flash endlessly past, the fresh country air relaxes your every sense. You sit in silence with your closest of friends and you begin to wonder if life could be any better. 

The southern waters are icy-cold, to take the plunge you have to focus all your energies on facing that deep chill. Think like Bear Grylls. Make the decision. Go. You hit the waves, the salt and the spray and the crashing of the sea highten your senses, and what few troubles you had left drain away with the receding tide. Big salmon dart around your feet, the reef bursts into a life you didn't know existed, dolphins click and splash and play barely metres away. Sand brushes between your toes, the deep blue water surrounds you, and you realise in this perfection you wouldn't mind the sea swallowing you up and never giving you back. 

In the night the fire crackles; you stare unfleetingly into it's glowing abyss. It's wamth transfers around the room uninhibited, invigorating your very soul. The stars are singing, you tilt your head back and loose yourself in the milky way. The clouds roll over and dim the glow, but when you're lying on the sand, with the soothing sounds of the ocean roaring gently in your ears, you don't need the Southern Cross to help you find direction.

The dark Margaret River mornings are soft on your skin, the early rains sweep across and flush away the night. The green winter woodlands rush past, the kangaroos don't stir in the pastures as you press your face against the glass and drift away. The city lights beckon once again on the horizon, and home sweet home is a relief, even for your rested mind. But with the city lights your real-world problems come rushing back, and the longing for that sweet country air begins again.