rain

A wet and green afternoon in West Footscray.

For the first time in a long time I am happy to be me. Not who I might become. But just this one exactly as she is.

I don’t know where this comes from.

The brown factory wall standing tall with small blue windows

The contents of someone’s living room deposited at the train station car park

Explosion of flowers (red, purple, yellow) in a small front yard

The creamy suffocating smell of wattle settling on my skin

My nose is red. My left knee twinges as I run.

It starts to rain before I get home.