tales from an ordinary world

2003-01-14

Cloudy days, busy cafes. Conversations burble on all sides. I've got time to sit, time to try and think. Somebody had scrawled "Elf Patrol" on the box attached to the back of a small motorbike.

I walked past Centennial Avenue. I'd been here before, many years ago - memories resurface for the first time since then, of dark green furniture and a cat called Max.