My parents still live in the home I grew up in. It’s up on a hill and from there we can see the wide expanse of the Derwent River and the rolling hills behind it.

It is a quiet, serene place. Free from the noise of city traffic and a busy neighbourhood. I feel the tension from the bustle of Sydney leave me whenever I visit.

The image is from our kitchen where I’ve sat throughout the years, taking the quiet and the view for granted.

via the Daily Post Photo Challenge: Serene

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