I spent this afternoon with Nick who's going down to melbourne to study and live for a while.
We had a peculiar lunch at a cafe in Hyde park, the sun and trees cast light shadows along the edges of our smiles.
None of the wait-staff could speak english, a japanese girl brought over a bottle of scotch when i wanted scotch and coke, you pay for them seperately! and a delightful spanish waiter who said "sorry i can't take orders, i can't make drinks, i can't do anything" had tight spanish buttocks which was suffice on this perfunctary day.
We talked, ate something i don't remember, had another drink then stumbled over onto the vast amount of wet grass dotted with napping office workers and wide eyed tourists. We laid between trees and the sky so blue etched in plumes of white fairy floss flying by , flying through our confusing lives.
Laying on the grass in hyde park we tried to pause time.
Then we grabbed a taxi and headed to Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Burberry, Dior, Coach, Fendi and some Dolce gabbana place.
Sat down at circular quay and watched the fat german tourists and fatter seagulls waddle by, elderly couples eating ice cream and those shadows which seemed so far away lurched forward.
Nothing stopped except our credit cards.
We walked back up to townhall, the evening decending in waves of white shirts and black skirts waiting at bus stops and seperated as we had met, effortlessly with a breeze gently moving my hair away from all the chaos behind me.