Days like these...
Jun. 30th, 2005 06:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shapeofthingsThis morning the mountain wrapped itself in a blanket of cloud, rolled over, and went back to sleep. The city reluctantly faced the day, shaking itself in the light falling rain. I sided with the mountain, rising after 8 and gently rousing myself over a steaming mug of tea. A remarkable amount of water lay, collecting in puddles and ambusing unwary footwear, after heavy rain overnight. More than a foot of wet washed clean the city and down the coast over 350mm had fallen.
The 11:26 train took me city-bound for a rally in the square, the boys in tow. Banners and flags filled the square with colour and the roar of the workers in full union voice and the clouds parted, steaming the muddied ground. We stood in solidarity, despite the shortcomings of the sound system. The camera earned it's keep again and many strangers stood as willing subjects. Friends were found in the crowds. Then, rally over, the exodus flowed to the pub: friendly banter over pints and Johnny Howard drawn on a ballon to be batted around and finally burst. Again, the gentle rain washing down.
Later, to the Valley, wearing my Up You John Howard badge from the transport workers union. A shoe mission for Kelvin ending in surprising success: skate shoes for both the boys and T-shirts for my boy and myself. Time to head home, and the skies are clearing. The 4:50 train is overflowing but we emerge unscathed and wander back up the hill, watching the sinking sun paint sunset on the clouds.
The 11:26 train took me city-bound for a rally in the square, the boys in tow. Banners and flags filled the square with colour and the roar of the workers in full union voice and the clouds parted, steaming the muddied ground. We stood in solidarity, despite the shortcomings of the sound system. The camera earned it's keep again and many strangers stood as willing subjects. Friends were found in the crowds. Then, rally over, the exodus flowed to the pub: friendly banter over pints and Johnny Howard drawn on a ballon to be batted around and finally burst. Again, the gentle rain washing down.
Later, to the Valley, wearing my Up You John Howard badge from the transport workers union. A shoe mission for Kelvin ending in surprising success: skate shoes for both the boys and T-shirts for my boy and myself. Time to head home, and the skies are clearing. The 4:50 train is overflowing but we emerge unscathed and wander back up the hill, watching the sinking sun paint sunset on the clouds.