Hit the pavement late Friday arvo, leaden sky, rain imminent. Through somnolent streets thick with the aroma of sizzling snags, end of week BBQs, beers with mates or with loved ones. Made me question my own actions - home early from work, not to catch up with my loved one but to pound the asphalt in a disciplined way, training for a greater goal - delayed satisfaction.Nothing was holding us back, Tenzing leading like Buck from Call of the Wild, dragging me down Venner road. The roles reversed over the Green bridge as I glissaded across, T off the lead happy to fall in behind.
Around the UQ perimeter track, the warm spring air stirring mozzies & midges into action. Walkers & runners enjoying the twilight serenaded by the drone of crickets. Passed a lap dog sporting an Elizabethan collar, youngsters rolling down a grassy embankment, and women cricketers practicing in the nets.
Slowly back through fluro lit suburbs, unkempt nature strips awaiting a weekend blitzkrieg of mowing. Under the crescent moon white bauhinia flowers dimly lit and the slow whoosh of a fruit bat's wing-beats through the languid sausage air.
3 comments:
Great post. Sure conjures up some wonderful images.
Yep - you're a frustrated author!!
Well written article.
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