I did something different last night and it felt fantastic. Last night, around 11.30pm I jumped in the car with a colleague that was heading in the same direction home. We both live north of the Harbour Bridge, in fact she lives in the same suburb my family do, my extended family that very kindly allowed me to stay with them when I first arrived in Sydney.
Another huge storm was heading towards Sydney (or so we were told earlier in the day) and we could see flashes of lightning on the horizon. My colleague thought it would be a fantastic opportunity to visit a great lookout near Mosman, a great point high up with fantastic views of the Sydney skyline. A bit of local knowledge that I wanted to take advantage of whilst I have the opportunity.
We went fairly last minute and it didn’t disappoint. Don’t get me wrong, having to use my iPhone torch to navigate the pathway to the lookout was a pretty daunting task as I still have a phobia of pretty much any animal that moves here. Humans included when we are wandering around a dark and empty place close to midnight.
The view I saw was one I won’t forget in a hurry. The high-rises stretched the length of the horizon, all lit up and providing a glow that brightened up the nights sky. In the foreground, ferries were navigating the pitch black ocean giving the illusion that they were floating. And then, as I was gazing up towards the skyline, a huge bolt of lightning made its way horizontally through the sky. It was bright yellow, I don’t know if the light pollution contributed to this. This bolt was different, it stayed long enough for me to really look at it for a moment and seemed to keep extending over the horizon. It was probably only a second in duration but felt much longer. Watching the flashes from such a great vantage point was pretty incredible. It also helped me imagine what war would be like to witness and that I am pretty damn fortunate to not have to experience war.
We stayed a little longer and watched the storm develop. Not long enough for it to head towards us, I’m not sure if it eventually did. I did nothing whilst there but gaze out as far as I could see.
But going back to my title. As I was heading home I noticed I didn’t get my phone out at any point. Not once did I feel the urge to put my hand into my pocket and reach for the camera. It wasn’t even that I thought about it and decided against it, it just didn’t enter my mind at all. It was refreshing, I was totally lost in the moment and this moment wasn’t ruined by a 21st century obsession. The only problem is I now don’t have evidence of this venture, only my words to paint a picture. I am sorry the picture is pretty vague.
Like the Tenacious D song Tribute, a song that isn’t the best song in the world but a song about the best song in the world. Sadly, the two members of the band managed to forget the words to the best song in the world that they heard that fateful night, so we only have a reminder that there was one at all. If only they had decent camera phones in the early naughties we wouldn’t have had this problem.
This post is similar. It was a great view, although I sadly cannot show you what I saw. This is just a tribute.