Some
mornings everything is amazing. Magpie songs at daybreak. Orange cranes in the
fog above Heidelberg. Schoolgirls joking on misty-moisty footpaths. Old houses
of Fairfield hidden behind evergreens. Stone pinecones atop Parliament House
skyline. Attentive faces of those readying at tram doors. Contoured, gleaming
motorbikes near a rowdy café. Blue where grid streets uphill meet the sky. Pencil-grey
Palladian façades the city fathers could not erase. German backpackers studying
their maps. The perennial certainty of a Burberry scarf. Hole excavators dig at
Bourke and Spencer. Sun-dazzled dark waters of the slow river in early August.
Slate-grey waters of Port Phillip.
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