Observations on Cook Street

Cookstreet Coffee on Cook street in Victoria. It’s early.

A feathering of light is dusting up some pleasing green on the backs of trees. Magnolia trees on the boulevard remind me of music, a song. “Magnolia, you sweet thing…”

A young girl from the twenties cycles by, straight back and arms on a big-hooped bike. Tweed jacket, jumpers, and white scarf floating below-pined up hair.

Across the street a small brick shop called Lifestyle Markets stays closed.

We observe. We dream. We long.

I return to the weight of return. My mind, already on the plane. So much for mindfulness.

Everything in me yearns for more of that early resplendent sun on my face. A dusting of restive light. More.

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