Level Four Lockdown: Day Fifty
Curfew. 9 p.m
Mood: Fair to Middling
Black and White Photo Challenge: Day Twenty-One
Last night, for the first time in fifty days, I crossed the Westgate Bridge.
It was a strange feeling as it's been such a long time since I've been able to lawfully cross the Westgate Bridge to go see Blarney. It's a trip I make most weekends, normally on a Sunday afternoon, all for the sake of having a cup of tea or a bottle of beer, a chat and a cuddle of a couple of kittens.
The car knows the way there. Down Swan Street, over the Yarra, down City Road, stay in the left hand lane, onto the West, get into the third lane, then back into the first near the bridge so I can get off at Williamstown Road, then wind around the streets to Blarney's place.
But it felt strange. There was next to no traffic on the roads. A few cars, but about a tenth of the traffic that there would normally be. There's no shuffling into the lanes, no waiting for red lights, not pedestrians playing chicken across City Road.
But it did feel strange. Even though it was perfectly legal for me to go over to see my bubble mate, it was odd.
Then again, you see people holding hands, not wearing masks, having their noses hanging out from over their masks, or just people sitting on public transport - and it all feels a bit weird.
But it was very, very nice to make a break for it last night and cut across the Westgate.
Something so small, so normal insignificant at the end of the day felt like such a freedom.
I wonder what it will feel like when we can go where we please.
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