Many people considered the small town of Colville to be one of the prettiest in Queensland, but that was before the coal industry polluted it. Its grey houses with their tin roofs wrapped around the slope of the hill – every undulation of the projecting mass of rock was enhanced by a healthy distribution of eucalyptus. Nonetheless, when one stands on the highest pinnacle (where there is no tree to hinder the view) the morning sun’s light seems supernatural as it shimmers on the ocean. From her vantage point on the beach, a woman did not pay heed to the dazzling display of light; instead, she was focused on what she would say. Time however does not erode the hurt that she tried desperately to hide – no matter what she did, her history pinned her down. At any rate, life is a game from which you cannot escape and no matter how hard she tried, she fell deeper into the trap of life. Nevertheless, when she looked to the sea, a lost emotion resurfaced in her mind – love for her boy. She closed her eyes, hoping to dispel the guilt she felt for not telling him the truth. She remembered that day and how the morning light diffused through the curtains bathing the room in its majestic glow. Yet the tranquil atmosphere of the room hid a great pain.