A movie theatre foyer is a peculiar place to sit down for a coffee. There is a vibe and a hubbub in the room but everyone is standing - no one can chat for long because they are all coming or going.
Sentences are very short - just the headlines please - and people skip gaily from one topic to the next until the stone can skip no more and drowns, then they turn to the person to their right.
Everyone has a person to their right.
Conversations are nimble on their feet - everyone knows that to sit down is social suicide, to get bogged down in unnecessary detail and stall.
That is why the chairs, while neatly laid out, remain bare.
This person has their arse to me
Mission Bay has had the life frozen out of it to the point where it emits a faint glow onto the cold, dank air.
It has taste when no one is there - not even the famed Movenpick ice-cream shop can boast a crowd.
View at Langs Beach
Floor to ceiling window pane
Framed in A4
Acres of blue sky, inky white clouds cast giant seaweed shadows on turquoise seas,
Moving quickly underwater like rays
Solitary island sits atop vertical ripple sea
That fills up lower third of frame
Like they taught me to do at art school
Rain
Why can't a beautiful day include rain?
Rain is beautiful
It makes a noise to let you know it's here to help
Why do we despise the rain, and
devise so many ways to shun it -
The umbrella, the window wiper, the parker, the house -
That we forget to embrace it?
To feel it
To have it straight from the source
Before it winds up in the gutter
Go outside for a shower
