Winter is my favourite season, and cool, wet, rainy days make my heart sing. Maybe it's because I was part raised on a farm and gentle rain is good. Maybe it's because I like the muted colours and dulled lights. Maybe it's just because I think the Melbourne streets look their best when they're damp.
Today was a cool, wet day.
I went for a walk at lunchtime. I had four things to do. Go to the bank. Go to Myer. Collect the mail. And find some lunch.
This is the scene that greeted me as I walked down Collins Street from my office at the Rialto Building.
Grey, bleak, like something out of the 1960s. It was rather cool.
The bank session went well. I found what I wanted in Myer. The mail was collected. Lunch, a favourite salad from a favourite bar that I rarely get to because the queues are always long. A successful lunch break.
Arriving back at the office, I bought some daffodils for Daffodil Day. Ten bucks for cancer research. A steal. The flowers brightened up the Rialto courtyard, which is normally filled with grey faced, grey suited lawyers and accountants.
And after work I caught the tram home. It was drizzling. The trams were packed. But the light was awesome.
In all, a successful day.
And for no apparent reason, I've been singing this song all day.
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