holiday dreams

Listen to the radio

Winter was beautiful today. 

The air sparkled with joyous clarity:

Everything was so bright and fresh.

Colours seem saturated: people brighter and the sky bolder

I wanted to breathe most

So much air, bursting like a flower into my being

Such weather breeds happiness and frivolity and $6.80 japanese hot lunch 

Great life day

crispy

Melbourne on a winter night is crisp and beautiful.
Breath, and your air is clouds of white and pale and cloudy.
A child: pretending to smoke, but not actually
because, rather, inhaling fresh joy.
We huddle like penguins
hands in coat pockets with elegant scarves and bogan beanies.
The air is so luscious - I would really like to bathe in it and exist in it and store that very sweetness in my lungs forever.
My face feels joyous
(despite the little tears of cold)
Let us run amok in the wintertime.