Last Saturday afternoon, my friend Taryn and I took a drive up to Palm Beach, just 'cause. Just 'cause we could. It's been pretty hot lately and all of a sudden, as soon as we stepped out of my front foor it started to pour down mercilessly. What an enormous blessing since drought has reached considerable proportions to the point that the whole church population in Australia was taking part in a national fast for rain. The Saints must've started early. Either that, or we just were blessed ahead of time...
On the way to the beach, we saw a sign, it read "Baha'ai Temple" with an arrow pointing left. We looked at each other and decided to turn left. We spent a couple of hours at the visitor's centre talking to Rashiv, our guide. It humbled me to see his dedication to something he believed in and wished there were more people on around like him.
Palm Beach has orange sand. I've always remembered it as the beach with the orange sand. I have been wanting to go beachside since i returned home, but never got there. A rainy day and we had it to ourselves, well... us and some die-hard surfers who can't get enough. I have always loved the natural forms at the beach, the smells and the rhythm of the ocean. Beaches. They make Sydney so different, i see what a small city it is now, and it's awesome to have such beautiful parts of nature be part of such a concrete jungle as well.
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