With A Storm Brewing........

With a storm brewing it was out to the bush I went with my absolute favourite human. We took a stroll out to hovea falls, which by this time of year should have been running, water thrashing as it crashed over the rocks. Yet, as we approached no water could be heard and as we neared the falls we discovered a small trickle of water was running downstream.

The sky clearly held an ominous tone as the clouds settled overhead. 

Not a breath of wind. 

No bird song.

 All was silent, waiting. 

We set about exploring the rocks where the water normally courses through at a savage speed. Boulders perched precariously on top off smaller rocks defied all logic. Yet somehow there they stay. We noted how over time the water has worn away the rocks making them smooth, deadly when wet as I learnt last year. A hole was also spotted which looked rather harmless now, although, when the falls are raging this would create a mini whirlpool. 

We discussed and investigated the wonders and power of nature and we also just sat in silence and observed the magnificence surrounding us.