tales from an ordinary world

2002-05-25b

Down in the park, I was walking home from the station again. Kids in large felt hats threw a black frisbee in front of themselves as they walked. A lacrosse game continued, off to the west. Some work men had been surrounding the local war memorial with a concrete pathway. A familiar old Cold Chisel song called Breakfast at Sweetheart's drifted out of their ute.