In Melbourne these days, the rain reigns for days at a time before the sun intervenes. On these rare occasions, life is a display of pleasure.
The soft wind waves a gentle welcome and the air is fragrant, wet and damp and sweet. The sidewalk vibrates with eager enthusiasm, the flowers bloom and the trees stood tall. Tiny pearls of waters dance on the lush green leaves, reflecting wavering light into the air.
On the same sidewalk, a lifeless bird laid to rest on the ground near the lettuce patch.
Sometimes, death still occurs, even when there’s seemingly no reason to stop living.
Image of vessel “On a sunny day”