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.