Location: ///pitch.boat.fend

Trip into town this morning. I needed to pick up a resupply of coffee beans for my new French Press. Kelly needed to…well, shopping therapy.

Whilst Kelly dove deep into the retail therapeutics, Juno & I found a comfortable, shady bench in a nearby park to wait.

We sat together beneath a stand of pine trees, amongst graffiti-tagged flower boxes and upcycled art installations doing nothing more than checking out all the people passing by and trying to speculate where they might be going:

Stovepipe dude 
way-too-tight jeans 
and long pointy shoes 
late for work presentations 
it seems, 

red dress 
phone face 
wrist scrunch 
quick insta update 
before a long gossip brunch, 

blue mat slung over shoulder 
one in the stroller and one in the holder 
off to yoga class 
on the grass, 

laptop drover 
next bench over 
cord pants 
badge rants 
starting at me 
philosophy student 
perhaps PhD, 

hard hat 
Kiwi Tatt 
Thermos boots 
nail gun stare 
to climb way to the top of that crane over there.

Once Kelly returned with her chakras re-balanced, we scuttled home to stock Ripley with goodies for the impending trip. Perhaps an evening wash and wax.

Planned departure, Thursday. Or Friday. Depending.