it feels like a misty autumn morning in melbourne.
a semi-dark sky, wet streets, dewy leaves & pearly drops on blades of grass.
and the air. that familiar, cold, refreshing breeze that whispers the secrets of the world as it plays catch around you.
it feels like such a long time ago, when i last roamed the streets of melbourne, all bundled up for warmth. breathing in the piercingly cold air has a strange way of waking you up, yet also soothing you to a drugged dream-state as you stroll down the dark lanes of the city.
and i miss wearing my short skirt with purple uggs and layers of warm clothing topped with a woolly scarf.
Friday, June 24, 2005
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