Mount Coot-tha and Wellington point

It's been a good break so far, all 3 days of it. We took off on impulse after dinner to Mount Coot-tha  last night.  I never knew Brisbane, being a small city with mostly suburbs, could have such a breath-taking view at night up on the hills. Nothing could have spoilt my mood up there, even a group of random funny (or drunk) clowns attributed to our visit. I fiddled around with the classy digital camera which was adjusted to a stand after staring into the dark mist of the night, scattered with lights in all colors that were sporadically allocated in their own perfect universe. We accidently discovered how to ghostly-transform ourselves to embed into the stunning background by delaying the shot for 5-10 seconds and removing ourselves from focus after the click.  Absolutely to die for.

Tonight, it was Wellington point that took my breath away.  Conveniently (?) located at a 45 minute-drive from my house, we made it there right after rush hour.  There was a long platform that reached into the pitch black Pacific waters.  Walking on it was captivating and a little unnerving at the same time.  Reaching out into what seemed to be the middle of the ocean, was the end of the platform, and there, all you see are stars above you and all you hear are waves hitting against one another.  I jokingly threw upon the imagination of the platform collapsing and us becoming bait for big whites, and instead scared myself (just a little).  It was the crisps of the wind that painted the perfect setting for a beautiful night.