SomebodyElseSomeplace

I have the house to myself for an entire week.
Both housemates are interstate and the silence, whilst it is beautiful.. almost looms.
It would appear that this is the perfect atmosphere to get some work done on those assignments.. But all i can think about is where i might be if i were not here..

That i might be enjoying a novel under a tree, with my shoes kicked off, and the coolness of the grass between my shoulder blades and in the backs of my knees- Somewhere peaceful, but not too far from the city- so i can still hear that the world is continuing on the way it should someplace nearby.

Or maybe i'd be home.. out the back, with mum and dad and the dog... and thered be that afternoon birdsong and the feel of salt on my skin and always, ALWAYS a patch of sand somewhere on my leg that i missed in my hurried beach brush off.

There is no town as beautiful as my town in the afternoon sun.

..and there is no more comforting feeling than waking from an afternoon nap, to see my thin white curtains press to the screens and billow back out again, just like Josh Pyke said they would.

So i guess ..I work now so that i can live barefoot later?
Oh but the years i'll spend away from my town..

I miss my brother..


x bRee