tales from an ordinary world

2002-09-24

I needed to spend some Quality Time staring at the sea, so I took off for the large St Kilda pier. Loners or couples scattered the walkway - there were no more than two people at any time. Budding photographers, joggers or Young Lovers. Find a steady rock, and sit for a while. Look out north-west, to Williamstown, the Newport tower, the curl of the Westgate bridge and the Spirit of Tasmania. Spokes of sunlight push through the clouds above all this, but the wind asserts itself, suggesting I move on to somewhere more pleasant.

I don't understand the twists and turns of the jukebox in my head, first stuck on a Steve Earle song because of the drawl in his voice as he sings a few lines, but now a Golden Rough song of post-love, of "loose ends and new best friends".

Tramming inland, I eat while the light fades, watching big cars park and the people coming in and out of the bagel shop across the street. I thought I'd be a little more settled after the walk, but there's an itch I can't reach just yet.