Melbourne 365: Day 57

We stop very still, and listen very softly, and we can almost hear them, the whispers rustling the curtains like the breeze. What conversations these walls have heard, what parties, people, one hundred or more in this room alone, all but hanging from the gasoliers. And from that, to now… the slow, calm, exhalation of breath that says I am almost done, but not quite… not yet… stay with me… dream with me...

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Melbourne 365: Day 57

Melbourne 365: Day 53

We walk between the columns, looking up and marvelling at their straight lines, stretched like the ribs of a marbled beast. Our footsteps dart and echo between, chattering with excitement at the pomp and circumstance all around them. We are like mice, scurrying at the feet of something larger, older, more substantial…

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Melbourne 365: Day 53

Melbourne 365: Day 52

The next night we are out again – loving these adventures amongst the bright lights of an unfamiliar part of town. This night we find a vantage point and briefly watch the ups and downs, the people who take it slow and enjoy being carried along like logs in the tide; the others, who don’t want to wait and would prefer to push against the flow, climbing with just a little push to spur them on. I think about hamsters in wheels, mice scurrying, but neither really seems quite right – this is a different kind of movement altogether. It’s directed, purposeful, with just a hint of meandering to keep us happy as passers-by…

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Melbourne 365: Day 52