"Sunsets over the beaches from now on. Each day looking for new ways to go on." --Powderfinger, Vulture Street
Monday after filming on my way home, an urge struck me while approaching the top of the hill to stop in at the old fish and chips shop along Stafford Road - not far from the house I grew up in - stirred by and reawakening half-buried memories lingering in the afternoon air. Decided upon visiting the water towers even further up on Sparks Hill, watching the sunset over the mountains to the west.
Yesterday I sat at the end of the day upon the bench in the clearing, just a little way from work, music in my ears, until only the last signs of twilight remained. At which time, a nosy security guard on a motorcycle rode in and asked me what I was doing there, kindy informing me that it was getting dark – as if it may have somehow eluded me. Concerned for my safety you see.
Though much may divide us in our hazy perceptions, as the world turns and sunlight shies away, it is the very same sun that sets on us each day, a stirring goodbye until the next revolution.
Stafford Road sunset