The last two mornings we have gone for a walk early, as it was predicted to be hot and the bulldogs are much happier in the cool.
The morning air is fresh and crisp and new. The sun shines. We could be setting off in the outskirts or Rome, or Milan (looking up at the Brunswick Street flats) for a day’s adventure. The day has that feel about it. I just need the smell of coffee and freshly baked bread and I’d be instantly transported.
There is something nice about being out and about early. 7.30am, I guess, isn’t so early, but early enough to see the day getting going.
We get to see quite a few of the locals, some walking their dogs, some heading to the office. It was what I liked about lockdown, it kept the tourists away, it was just the locals in the streets. Sometimes I don’t recognise them without their dogs. (sometimes I don’t recognise them without their cute husbands)
There are plenty of people sitting outside at cafes eating breakfast and drinking coffee.
We really just do a big block, heading to the dog park on the last stretch for a drink where we saw a friend and his two dogs.
Then home to sticky rice and fresh mango and coffee.
Then it's back to work.
I’m listening to Marcia Hines sing Tapestry.