Goodnight my darling...

Heat rises up from the streets nestled below a 9th story balcony with a view. The air tastes of gumleaves and seasalt and ashphelt & sweat & the electricity that sizzles when it hits your tounge.  I breath in a memory soon to be gone as another adventure begins & I watch the sunset as a painting which hangs in a gallery that has served as refuge, as a house that welcomed and inspired, a gallery that framed a life for while ...as a home. 

I remember & smile .... Good night my darling Melbourne - sweet dreams wherever you are.