Solstice
It is possible to walk around in the sunshine well into the evening. A man seated on the tram catches me looking at his cone of ice-cream. He has been holding it aloft and ignoring the vanilla drips as if to convey it was somehow accidental that he bought a soft serve and then boarded a tram.
Strolling up Brunswick Street is a mature Christmas elf dressed in a green dress with a full skirt. She is smoking a cigarette and it looks like her candycane shoes pinch. She strides quickly past several small parties eating and drinking at outdoor tables. Maybe she is perturbed by their cheap glittery hats and plastic leis.
I see several girls around town wearing glossy, gummy Melissa shoes and those Emily Green necklaces, which are like tiny neon rosaries. Once you notice a pattern, you cannot stop.
The ABC reports that bee populations are decreasing around the country. Flower droughts. A frugal honey season.
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