Fog on Mengler’s Hill

I was driving from the Barossa this morning, and found myself in some thick fog. I pulled over on Mengler’s Hill to observe the damp cloud, to feel it on my skin, and got out of my little red Getz. So often the air here has been hot and dry, but today it was like a soothing balm. It felt like Oregon in the winter. Just as I was soaking it in I spied a Kangaroo spying me. He was enormous, and, strangely enough, reminded me of the giant rabbit in “Donnie Darko”. I was waiting for him to speak to me. I need to stop seeing symbolism everywhere. We had a staring contest for awhile in silence. Then I started laughing, and he hopped off. Tanunda_creek_roadGum_in_fog