2001-09-16 - 10:45 p.m.
Driving through streets I've never driven through, past the Victorian terraces so characteristic of Melbourne. A nice little cafe, brick walls and lots of mushrooms. It was windy outside, and the sun lasered through the thick clouds. A kite, a blanket, too many trees. I sat in amusement, laughing out loud. It was the sort of lazy Sunday you'd read about in a book. Dogs off their leads, kids kicking footballs, an ocassional car taking the bend.
