I dream of the sunsets of a time long ago where stories by Elders, Aunties and Uncles were once told, they sat around the fire as the sun goes down, settling in, settling down. I hear children laughing, mothers helping them along, to get them to sleep with a beautiful song. The stories they told are now passed down. Of Country and Culture, Language and Songs. I dream of that time and now dream of my own. It’s been there all along, weaved and imbedded into something that can never be stolen. My Dreaming of Sunsets will always live on.