Tuesday, November 17, 2015


It was Sunday, I made my way from the parking lot to the hospital at a brisk clip, hoping to arrive on time, neither early not tardy. As I walked, a very old friend greeted me; the wind.

My pace faltered when I felt my friend greeting me softly. My eyes stung and I very nearly started crying. All those moments spent walking aimlessly alone back in Melbourne, they come to me within the space of a heartbeat.

Melbourne is a lifetime ago. So I walked on and banished the sweet sadness. 

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