I was on my Sunday afternoon run a couple of weeks ago. It was a warm spring day in Melbourne, the kind of day that reminds you of the heat of the summer sun, without making you feel its burn.It makes you remember the stark differences in light and shadow that fill the Melbourne Cricket Ground during the football finals, and the long dashes down the sunlit wing into the dark scoring ends. As I made my way down Blacks Walk – an unfortunate name, but so it is – which runs by the Blackburn Creek, I found this golden arch of wattle through which I ran as if was crossing through portal into another season.
Note: For some reason I cannot work out the image file, a photograph I took of this golden arch of wattle, is not loading. Hopefully I will update it when I solve the problem.
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