A line of restaurants lined one side of Eprapah Creek where I ate lunch. On the opposite side, the stream that branched out into a mini lake was lined with gum trees. My eyes were fixed on the water while I chewed on something, though I don’t remember what. Below, Eprapah Creek that flowed from Mt Cotton into Moreton Bay was about twelve kilometres long.
The waterway was home to fish and a multitude of birds. Lorikeets chattered in the trees by the water’s edge. An egret stalked over a shallow section of the lake with its eye fixed on the water around its feet, but I didn’t see it catch anything.
From here to there 