Aerosoulmate Precious Little and I hit the road early on Good Friday for some country driving, 90s power ballads + painting in isolated places, on a perfect, balmy Autumn day.
We painted in the gorgeous ruins of a remote, long-abandoned mudbrick farmhouse, surrounded by sunshine + silence, punctuated by gentle breezes + the chattering of cockatoos + galahs.
As we headed back along the dirt roads into the town for dinner, the lush thunderstorm that had been creeping up during the afternoon broke overhead. So we hit the brakes, cranked the CD up, jumped out of the graffmobile + broke out some sweet moves on the gravel to Total Eclipse of the Heart, with only the startled sheep + roiling clouds as witnesses.
We followed the storm back to Melbourne, entertained by the extravagant light show + confirming that, if we did get killed by lightning on the way, it would’ve been a pretty superneat last day on Earth for us both.
Happy Birthday Presh.