in another place

A bad day.
If I were in Brissy, i'd head to Milton and have a nice hot cuppa in that cosy impossibly-perfect bookshop.
That kinda old-skool all-brown, all-cosy, coffee-and-cake-with-books bookshop.
Where the world kinda stops moving except by words.
I can be buried there the whole afternoon and i'll still discover something old/new each time.
It's not huge like Kino/Borders. Not clinical/convenient and comprehensive like that.
They don't have every genre under the sun.
It's just simple books that appeal to people like us.

Or I can take a ferry ride right in school.
And feel the cool river breeze in my hair and on my face.
Refreshed.

Or perhaps cycle along the river at Coronation.
That is a beautiful sight that can reduce me to tears.
And when i'm tired, i'll sit by the edge and dangle my legs as I look at the ebb and flow of the amazing river.
Maybe i'll have a fren with me. Maybe i'll be alone.
It will be beautiful and therapeutic either way.

If i'm in Melbourne, I'll sit with my brother in a cafe.
The weirdest thing is sitting by a cafe with my bro.
He is NOT a cafe/coffee/cake person.
He is NOT into sitting down, passing time, looking at people, chatting.
He won't even understand the menu and what they serve him.
But he will do it. Uncomfortably, restlessly and awkwardly.
And that, for some reason, makes me feel very warm and delighted!
I am a sadist, i already know.