Flying, fleeting
Melbourne is the Australia that the rest of the world chooses to ignore — or at least, its weather is. Melbourne liberally showered by the passing rain cloud. Melbourne shrouded in grey, punctuated by occasional brilliant bursts of sudden autumn sun.
Standing at the station waiting for the train that might never come, it was the rain that came and drowned us with droplets of water from the south — and then, was swiftly gone. I took my rain-splotched self into town, music in my ears and songs in my head.
Please forgive me if I owe you an email or haven't been in touch, I haven't yet had much chance to breathe.
Days have sped by; I have been kept busy by errand after errand. A lightning trip to Sydney to sort out yet more paperwork, where I had the privilege and great pleasure of meeting Alexandre, even if for a very short time. Radiohead (I was lucky, I went on the Monday), The 5.6.7.8's.
Today, I had the fortune to catch up with Porter and Laura who just happened to be visiting Australia. A hearty lunch in St. Kilda, a wind-blown walk to the beach and back, a rumbling tram ride back downtown in search of a coffee in the alleyway cafes to warm the bones. The nature of living the high online life is such that it's a ten-fold pleasure to finally meet people you've worked with face-to-face for the first time.
This was never going to be just a relaxing trip home. Loose ends to tie up, boring but necessary things to be done, like ... going to the podiatrist, the optometrist, the dentist, and to the doc for check-ups. But I can't tell you how nice it is to be back in a familiar city, where things have changed a little but not too much, where beauty is hidden in the eaves of shadows and worn on the changing colour of the trees, with the chance to catch up with old friends and time to meet new ones.
Posted by sniffles at May 01, 2004 05:53 PM