Balance

I rolled into the Devil’s Marbles (Karlu Karlu) late that afternoon, the heat still clinging to everything like a second skin. By sunset, the sky had turned wild with colour

These two boulders, perfectly poised, felt like more than just rocks. There was a stillness to them. A sense that they’d been waiting here forever, balancing not just on each other, but on time itself.

I called this one Balance, not just for the way the stones sit, but for how the place made me feel.

Exhausted, in awe, and somehow… realigned.