Sunrise (September)

After six on this Monday morning in September, blue pushes apart the darkness. It’s no exaggeration. A team tear down advertisements on South Yarra platforms, the crumple of illusions. Carriage lights race through apartment precincts, occupants asleep at their screens. Orange and pink vie for supremacy across east’s horizon, widening into softness. Trees resume their daytime shapes. Storage warehouses take the light, forgotten like their contents, while work sites of block concrete and angular machinery wait for kickstart. Over Caulfield Racecourse a hot air balloon chuckles light-heartedly at early commuters. Last night’s wine was especially good, a smooth Barossa red.