Cliffs near Eucla on the Great Australian Bight.
I remember a vast plain of desolate scrub and wedgetails lurking above immense cliffs. Untamed waves crash into the cliffs. The ocean eats away at the land, hauling it into currents, swirling and dissolving into a forceful tide, hammering at the line of coast. Dangerous underfoot, treading closer to the perilous edge, vertigo rises in my bones. The lure of the deep sea froths with the foam of icy water, living. It gnaws into the rock face, waves crushing and spraying the jagged rocks. I am hypnotised. My eyes follow the line of the vertical rock face. The thunder of waves reverberates upwards, pounding at my senses. I reach out with one hand and feel the gusting wind rush through my open fingers, my mind is not focused. The great southern ocean calls out. I see the deep water. I stare a moment too long. The earth crumbles… Somewhere overhead an eagle cries.