I have found a place where it is possible to be quiet and not to question. I recently went on a road trip in Western Australia and drove for four hours through harsh barren landscape on a straight road with no bends and nothing to look at but red earth and gum trees. My mind could not adjust to the peace at the start of the journey but I let my thoughts take over and as the journey continued, I found myself becoming at one with the road and my surroundings. I didn’t turn on the radio, I concentrated on the road ahead. I stopped at a salt lake and marveled at the silence. There wasn’t a sound, no people, nothing, just me and the land, both gasping for a gust of wind in thirty eight degree heat. I walked beside the train track, no sound on the tracks as I reached down to feel the heat on the metal, so hot to touch. I drove on further, a burnt out car abandoned but I didn’t dare think about why it was there and what had happened to the occupants. More gum trees—salmon gums they are called—which are resplendent and resilient and stand tall and proud along the roadside saluting me as I pass. On I travel, leaving tiny road houses behind me, and I do not stop. I don’t want to have a conversation with anyone. I just want to enjoy this new found peace and quiet, knowing an explanation of what I am doing on the road will bring me back to reality too quickly, realizing that I need to savour this quiet, to stop questioning and to enjoy.