It is 1978 and the location is off the old Nicholson Road just a few Kilometres west of the WA/NT border.
I am in a hidden valley where many years ago pastoralists built a rock wall and dammed a small creek, the sides of the valley are almost vertical and tall Pandanus palms grow alongside the valley walls.
The creek runs its clear waters through an avenue of trees into the small dam.
I sit on the rock wall and soothe my feet in the cool water and look back up the creek.
I can see the sun making columns of light shining through the trees like miniature stage lights playing on the surface of the water.
Butterflies are swooping in and out of these columns of light like angels on high.
All is quiet and I am at peace.
Now many years later I can still close my eyes, picture the scene and I am at peace.