melbourne

although it was my first time there, there was something about melbourne that seemed familiar. it reminded me of a lot of things; of home, of my vacation to sydney three months ago, of something all too familiar i couldn't quite put my finger on. the trip was short, but very fruitful and beautiful. i had the great opportunity of being reunited with one of my best friends and being taken around the best spots in the city.

     

we walked in a garden when dusk settled. we were the only ones there, feeling the cool caress of the winter breeze and hearing only our footsteps on the gravel path. we spied on possums sneaking in the shadows and ducks sitting quietly near the pond. the trees were tall and towering and whispering. there seemed something magical about the garden. i told you we were in Narnia. we saw the fountain, glowing in the centre of the park like some sort of mirage. it reminded me of the Trevi fountain. it was quiet and gleaming and graceful. i told you we were in Rome. i made a wish without tossing a coin in. we walked, and walked, and walked. we unforgivingly chased the ducks back into the pond and we smelled the daises and my fingers grazed the grass and we laughed about how we've been friends for 8 years. i told you it felt like we were in another country. i hadn't realised we in fact, were, because it had already felt like home.

until next time.