The pond is covered with water lilies.

A shag gulps after a short dive.

A young hen cries for its mother.

A duckling rests on a warm path in your Botanic Gardens.

Brisbane, you relax me!

I place my finger in the path of an ant.

It climbs onto my hand.

It explores.

I return it to the windowsill of the garden cafe.

Now its movements are erratic.

Brisbane, you engross me!

I take a mouthful of light beer.

I watch the remaining ochre liquid.

I taste the bitter brew.

I eat slices of advocado.

The lettuce leaves are crunchy.

The small cubes of melon are sweet.

I rest after my lunch.

Brisbane, you give me joy!

A young man meets a girl.

They kiss.

They marry.

The man builds a house.

He tills the soil.

The woman bears children.

More tilling.

Fire races through the town.

The houses burn to the ground.

The townspeople rebuild.

More tilling.

The wife dies.

More tilling.

The bad revolt.

They gain control.

War.

I was reading Schiller’s poem "Das Lied von der Glocke".

I pay the waiter.

Brisbane, you caution me!

I walk back to my hotel room.

I rest.

Tomorrow I will leave.

Thank you, Brisbane!

Perhaps I will see you again.