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A waltz through the hills

On our sojourn further south, we've stopped off at a magical little corner of the world, and tonight we are staying on the edge of the Indian Ocean, admist the peppermint trees and the colonial gardens at the top of the hill in Yallingup.

After settling in we took a relaxing walk, a waltz through the hills, to the sandy shores of Yallingup Beach.
 
 

By the time we arrived, the sun was already low in the sky 

We were just in time for my favourite time of the day - sunset.

Now i've seen a lot of sunsets.

Despite being an 'old hand' at sunsets, I'm always enthralled by the vibrant golden orange hues.

The way the sun paints and repaints the sky minute by minute as it makes its majestic descent to the horizon.

And for a few moments, all the people on the beach are silent, mesmerised as one participating in the sermon of the sun.

Then, in the brief seconds between when the sun touches the horizon and disappears below it, the veil between dimensions thins and the soul of the world is more easily perceived and available.

No matter how many times I see the spectacle, I never get user to it. 

Today was a special day, as sunset on the west coast of Australia occurs into the Indian Ocean.

That means that the sun melts in the sea and the twilight lingers as the sun refracts off the ocean even below the horizon.

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