Dusk is the most delicious time of day. A hush falls over the harbour beyond my balcony. The harsh summer sun melts into a scrumptious pastel pie.
Birds sing songs, swooping through the bush.
The soft spray of a garden hose.
Car doors slam, as surfboards are hauled from roof racks. Sand is sprayed off battered boards and onto cooling concrete.
It’s a time for clarity.
Elsewhere, friends prepare for a long, boozy night in the city.
I close my eyes. Appreciate the stillness. Accept my choice. Drink in the dusk.