The sun sets like a cocktail cherry - red and tantilisingly slow. Almost made you want to follow it right over the horizon. Off the end of the earth. It reminds me of a girl I know.
I've spent the afternoon in silence. Guitar in my hands, nothing worth playing. My head fills with the sensations of the early evening. A musty yellowwax-wood burning - the fuel of Aboriginal frontyard kitchens. Kids whistling and squealing in ever adventurous games. The hazy sky, fading to black. A metallic tang of a coldbeer can kissing my lips. I am still. My heart beats slowly in my chest and my mind leafs through ideas as if through pages in a large and beautifully illustrated book.
It feels as though I have been here for ages. Forever. And Melbourne feels far far away. It's hard to believe that the same cocktail cherry went down over my cafes, my family, my friends in just half a short hour earlier. To believe that my feet weren't always stained with red dirt. That anything couldn't possibly wait until tomorrow.
The darkness brings a comfortable cool. I'll pass the evening in ambling inactivity - constantly conscious of how happy the scene makes me. And how much I miss you. You've coloured my life - made it as rich as I feel. And I could pay it all back to you - all that I am grateful for - if I could share this one moment with you. This is how all life should be – only in the company of fine friends.
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