charming streets & cold winter nights

listening to forever young, a dry martini in one hand a fag in the other looking at Sarah's Melbourne pics i close my eyes and take a drag. I'm back on my little perforated green balcony exhaling, taking in an incredibly crisp breath of fresh air and look down to see people walking in the lane below with their long shadows following them from flinders lane. a tram rolls past on collins street and screeches to a halt while another makes sparks above swanston street.i faintly hear an esthero and ian pooley track playing on my tv. i feel like having a cajun chicken panini with a cappucino at degraves or maybe a lunch box from sushi ten. i open my eyes, take a sip and go back to that one time in melbourne all over again.