Its cold, rainy and overcast as I come up out of the Flinders Street pedestrian tunnel

I have left my jacket in the office. I turn left and order a regular flat white from the Coffee HQ street vendor.

As I wait I stare disconsolately at the grey sky framed between the buildings and at the dirty pigeons scrabbling in the street.
A tram thunders past, and then the intersection is suddenly full of people as the walk signal begins its furious ticking.

I take my coffee and turn back into the tunnel; heading past the water stained walls and the Do Not Spit signs.
Its dismal here today but somehow comforting. It feels like home.