Monday, January 02, 2006

January first two thousand and six.

There is something sweet about the gentle laziness of Melbourne, post-NYE fireworks exploding over the Yarra.
It is a soothing balm applied to an annoying itch of holiday stress and blues.
Come January 1, she relaxes, yawns and goes back to sleep.
part of you wants to tickle her awake and watch her come to life again
but she is peaceful, beautiful and serene sleeping there.
It is Sunday morning reading the paper before anyone else gets up.
pajamas still warm from bed, soft on your body
sighing into your tea
while you scratch the cat behind the ears
and wonder what you're going to do with your day.
This is what it feels like in Melbourne, on January the 1st 2006
But the feeling stays around for the whole day.