1pm, I step outside into the light rain. Heavier drops seep through my tshirt and it is refreshingly cool. I make the bus, skittering across traffic and slippery pavement. Watching the rainy streets and daydreaming I manage to miss my stop... and several past it. On the far side of the city I ask the driver where the bus actually finishes.
I am going to Glenelg.
I love the beach most on rainy days. The jetty stretches over shimmering grey satin. There is a breeze chilling the raindrops on my skin as I walk to the end. Jetty jumpers are enjoying the summer warmth and 2 optimistic fisherpeople are trying their luck but I feel like I have the whole ocean to myself. Cocooned by my earphones and Yann Tierson, I imagine I am on a ship, travelling to an older world. As I turn back to land, my mind suggests the possibility of one I love catching me unawares with an umbrella and a hug. I can be such a hopeless romantic in my imagination. I shake off the slight melancholy of that image as I walk back up the pier.
Childhood memories lead me to the Fairy Bay. My third birthday party was held in this tiny store and although damp and bedraggled, I ask the owner a few questions about becoming a professional fairy. She is enthusiastic and encourages me to apply. I leave with a smile and plans.
Around the corner is a vintage store. I ambitiously buy a slightly-too-small-but-gorgeous slip for half the asking price and drool over silver cowboy boots. They are my size and will become mine... when I can afford them.
3:15... It's time to leave now, I return to the bus stop but it is empty. Venturing into the second hand book store behind, a near new Paulo Coelho falls into my hands. As I step out, the bus arrives and I make my way home.
