A king tide sunset in the Kimberly.
In the town of Broome a few hours to the north a few hundred grey nomads crowd the balcony of the Mangrove Hotel to view a natural phenomena.
A giant new Moon pokes out from behind a wall of cloud. Its reflection begins to stretch over the mangroves as it lifts into the sky. A narrow beam of light playing with the tidal ridges in the sand of the mangroves below.
The digeridoo drones and the bimli go clack clack clack.
It looks like a set of golden steps descending from the heavens.
Down the hill in the shadow of the Hotel. Theres a pile of shells, large as a dune. A shell midden. I like to imagine what it was like on that spot thousands of years ago.
To know what it meant when they saw that moonbeam bounce across the mud.