13 September 2015
Flowers everywhere. Bloomed branches overhanging, tumbling into laneways. Petals, perfume, buzzing bees.
The fresh bright wood of a newly installed fence, rough and splintery.
Oh, that breeze. Inspiring collective action across the city: to spend the afternoon on sunny balconies drinking cold white wine.
Open windows, music from every direction. Amplified and exuberant; small and tinny and private. Song of so many unseen birds. The drone of airplanes overhead.
Return of long shadows and deep golden light. Return, return, return.