The Green Eyes of A Crocadile

. The Green Eyes Of A Crocadile.

 Chapter One;

'The Times Are A Changing'..

The golden setting sun silhouetted the tiny chapel before finally, sliding unseen beneath the surrounding trees, we gathered together in silence to say our last tearful 'good byes'.

'It is always devastating to loose a loved one, no matter how old you or they are. However, when you are only 20 years old and wrapped up in the thoughts of possible marriage and children, life seems to really spin into a real turmoil. Despite the desperate sense of emptiness, there seems there is only one true band-aid option to grief, that, it is really only time that heals.

It all happens so quickly, your mind can barely cope with the flow of questions, decisions and even  often disbelief.
The funeral service at 'The Wayside Chapel' was ideally fitting to this fine selfless young 30 year old man. A true man who was always there when needed with his strong and willing helping hand. His heart was always filled with kindness and generosity like no other. The world had truly suffered a great loss.
 We sang to the best of our sobbing abilities. 'Come gather around people wherever you roam'...... It was all just the way he would have wanted. A special song that he loved and often played and sung so well himself whilst strumming along with his trusty old guitar. Everyone enjoyed his much loved singalongs.. 'The times are a changing' ............I wasn't to know just how much these deep and meaningful words of wisdom would soon become.
Sadly missed.

As the tide rolled in and out, just as surely the time seemed to just drift by.
The distant relatives of my loved one, now at last, long gone back interstate- had finished doing their 'clean me out' job with the very little we did own. They left no stone upturned and argued every bit of the way over his [+my] musical instruments, leaving our humble, simple house, virtually empty. 
Everything seemed so far out of context for myself. Possessions at the time seemingly trivial and incomparable to the life lost. Now to be left with a bleeding broken heart and now the added soul shattering  behavior of his relies, their cruel thoughtlessness adding the extra pain of their theft efforts.
I really did begin to feel I really had nothing left to loose.

My mood was about as equal as the cruel gloomy grey skies, cold wind whistling between the grey concrete buildings, roads and pathways.No longer did I see the birds and trees or smell the roses.
The restless wind was calling my name.
By morning I had bundled up the little possessions I had left, and was on my way.There was no looking back now.


At the train station I shared a good bye Luncheon' Special Xmas in July lunch' with a friend and all the resident 'Elenore Rigby's who were all seated in silence at one table each, no doubt each one at their own same 'my table' every day. 
Me and my trusty motor-cycle were ready to board as the the Northbound, North Coast train- rolled steadily towards us and in no time we were off to - destination unknown. 

After a slow and gentle seemingly endless gentle rocking hours turning to days. I felt engulfed in somber deep thought often rudely interrupted by the crashing of the curious looking mail bags dropped in the most unlikely uninhabitable looking barren drought stricken places. After almost a week of a clearly lackluster type of rock and roll, the train finally terminated straining and grinding to a steely halt. After faithfully rolling along after what seemed like endless days, I disembarked feeling strangely oddly slightly attached to the old slow choofer.

After the cool comfort of the constant air-conditioning, the barmy tropical atmosphere was overwhelming. The air heavily laden with a cocktail of a fragrant, decomposition to the delightfully sweet frangipanni's to earthy rich moist mulches. I wandered slowly in curious fascination with this new and very different hot tropical environment whilst the final mail and my trusty motorcycle was unloaded. Despite a few scratches and the thick dust my trusty started first kick.

For what was left of the day we aimlessly cruised around getting bearings, finally stopping at the towns beautifully shaded leafy esplanade.

Elegant Royal palms adorned the shore line like centurions in neat rows behind which lay a myriad of tropical fruits and floral displays planted in pride and perfection with obvious tender loving care. The abundant bird life in a raucous panic as they argued for their prime piece of real estate to roost on the tree tops. At last the giant unforgiving screaming red fireball of a sun finally melted calmly into the ocean. Almost instant relief and peace blanketed the area.

Heading off to my nearby designated camping area, I retired early wondering what tomorrow was to bring.

Chapter 2

Time seemed to just pass by. Weeks turned to months. My life purely spontaneous, drifting from place to place, just cruising between the highest of mountains and deepest of thoughts.

The rain forests were truly enchanting. The endless winding roads and rolling hills a true treat for keen motorcycle riders. Wildlife and the abundant birds chattering with delight in the rich lush foliage. There was a heart-warming comfort in being with nature alone. I felt I was at last cruising in peace, at a safe distance from the overly magnified encumbrances often accumulated by the complexity of a cluttered human mind.  Time was the essence; I was at last finding some serenity among the madness of changing times. Serenity was emerging from the restless anxiety. Opening my heart, I sang out load – after all no-one would hear -[luckily!]....... ‘Oh blar dee oh blar dah, life goes on la, la la la la, life goes on....   I felt exhilarated, excited as if a new beginning had just begun, little did I know- just what life had in store.......................Despite my spontaneous, almost shattering burst of enthusiasm, I didn’t have the heart to  even start the bike’s motor amidst the magical peace and sheer beauty of the pristine wildlife play ground.  I jumped on my Faithful Yammie and peacefully rolled the several kilometers in neutral all the way to the bottom of the mountain.

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