Dandenongs
You walk along the edge of a forest filled with the song of lyrebirds and the frantic laughter of kookaburras; you look at sunlight through canopies of green and squint as it makes patterns on your face; you saunter behind an old couple walking arm in arm and catch bits of their whispered conversation - 'And before you know it your lives are so entwined'; you're entranced as you shuffle past hordes of tourists milling around a flock of parakeets and cockatoos, feeding the trusting birds sunflower seeds and squealing in delight when one of them perches on their shoulder; you march deeper into the woods, the silence now deafening, the solitude overpowering. The sun overhead descends into clouds and the chatter of birds grows less frenetic, more cautious; you slip on moss-covered logs obstructing steep downward slopes and you climb again, further and further up until you've ascended all the thousand steps of the Kokoda Walk; you're now at the summ