Leaving the office and the streets are filling up. Two weeks before Christmas, give or take, Friday night and it’s time for the city to come alive. Bars are overflowing into the street already, random shouts come from restaurant windows as the occupants spot friends coming towards them.
Girls are tottering excitedly on heels that are way too high, boys checking themselves shyly in the shopfront windows as they pass by. It’s not as sunny as it should be at this time of year, but the skirts are short and the boys sport t-shirts. Summer is being willed into action in the streets of Melbourne.
Stopped at the lights and a young girl is hugging another, both perched on the edge of a bench. One has tears running freely down her pain filled face, the other is trying to offer comfort; brushing the long hair from her eyes, rubbing her back and offering tissues.
The lights go green and on I go. Homeward bound; away from the city, past the parks where people are kicking soccer balls and lounging on the green grass. Above people are spilling into roof top gardens, it’s an odd sight seeing them all standing seemingly on top of the world.
There’s a lady standing in a driveway, holding her almost grown daughter. Pushing her head into her shoulder as they embrace, holding tight. Saying goodbye? Or saying hello? It won’t be long before Poss is that tall.
Under the train line and I could’t be happier to be in the safe, quiet oasis of my car as I think of all the people on the train, navigating the crowds and dealing with the invasion of their personal space.
Home. Poss is waiting. We will put the Christmas tree up this weekend, a new wreath is ready for the front door. She’s excited to be going uniform shopping and there will be dinner with my parents, and a Santa letter to post.
But first, first a cuddle with my girl and then maybe a gin.