As the early morning sun bled into the sky, creating a canvas of oranges and pinks, the dunes seemed alive as grains were blasted from the crest, each one softly kissed by the morning sun. Here the relentless wind created swirling sands momentarily suspended in an amber haze, each individual particle playing a role in contributing to a larger spectacle of natural beauty. The dune face, etched with nature's own hieroglyphs, tells stories of the relentless wind that dominates the landscape.

Regardless of the wind and sand battering the side of my face, witnessing this moment alone in the dunes at the beginning of the day was a profound experience.

Here, in this chaotic embrace of solitude, I felt an indescribable connection to the raw pulse of the Western Australian land that I have walked on for most of my life.