“Babe! Where’s my boots?!”

She laughs and spins

Twirling on gravel

Next to his ute

Parking lot

Old stone hotel

On a hilltop

Brumby country

Slinking her tanned arm

into the tray

to pull out his Blundies

He hollers and steps -

sun setting -

grabbing her waist and

drawing her in for a kiss.