At dusk, I dream

13 Jan
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The view from my balcony. Dusk melts over Manly harbour.

Dusk is the most delicious time of day. A hush falls over the harbour beyond my balcony. The harsh summer sun melts into a scrumptious pastel pie.

Birds sing songs, swooping through the bush.

The soft spray of a garden hose.

Car doors slam, as surfboards are hauled from roof racks. Sand is sprayed off battered boards and onto cooling concrete.

It’s a time for clarity.

Solitude.

Elsewhere, friends prepare for a long, boozy night in the city.

I close my eyes. Appreciate the stillness. Accept my choice. Drink in the dusk.

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