I had a nap after work and woke up abruptly in the early hours of 25 April.
I decided it was a good time to rise as I felt nodding back into sleep wouldn’t occur.
It was 12:30am, when I anticipated looking to walk south toward Burleigh Heads for a commemoration of ANZAC (Australian and New Zealand Army Corps) Day.
I took a midnight coffee brew (instant) to breathe in the fresh morning air, with the sun rising a few hours into the future.
The ode to our lost soldiers would happen in a ceremony just after 4am, so I played on my computer a little before a shower to wash for my one hour walk ahead.
I’d decided a walk of an hour or so would avoid later exercise in the day, at which I imagined sleeping cosy in bed as daylight hit the outdoor trees, homes and lives of the community.
I made my little, extended, early morning walk along the silent evening streets of the Gold Coast.
Time passed with another coffee consumed.
I arrived to the ceremony site to see many people huddling to stand proud for the past experiences that took so many lives. War can be a terrible scar on the souls of many.
We paid homage to the fallen, but never forgotten. Music was sung with the national anthems of Great Britain, New Zealand and Australia after an introduction from a man playing a Didgeridoo – a good change to the old ceremonious fixtures of our imperial lineage.
After the short ceremony ended, I took a walk along the beachfront to think of time passed, lives lost, sacrifices made and the chaos such experiences bring. We should never forget how emotional complexity existed once for a man, a woman, a family, a town.
I look over the water and I see the sun rising beyond the ocean and clouds with a continent so far but so near to the lived experience of any human soul.
Lest we forget.