An Afternoon at St. Kilda

jewey

June 10

I guess it's kind of a security feature, in a sense. A character flaw that works to my advantage. Procrastination has its own perks because although my posts arrive way behind schedule, no one really knows what I'm up to in real time.

Then again, no one really cares.

Which, again, also works to my advantage.

For the record, I am reading Fyodor Dostoevsky's Notes From Underground so just putting it out there that that is my current literary influence seeping into my life and into my writing at the moment: I am both ecstatic and insulted at the thought of my own social media invisibility.

But, yeah, as much as I like to imagine myself a little prairie girl happily existing in her own little world, I also go out once in a blue moon. Which, contrary to general interpretation, isn't really that rare at all considering how blue moons appear once every two or three years. That's a decent amount of socialising, I reckon.

I finally met up with Gayle and her family last week after one postponement to another but for the sake of consistency, I'll write about that when the Holy Spirit moves me.

What I will share here was when we met up at St. Kilda Beach last year.

Which felt more like a whirlwind affair as they didn't stay long and we arrived late so... yeah.

It was a nice catch-up, all the same. The kids rode their scooters around the skate park. We all had ice cream. Very casual and low-key.

Later, El2x and Romaine rocked up to spend the rest of the afternoon with us. It was definitely a nice September day to be out and about just chillin' at the beach. Like, literally. Because Melbourne might look sunny as hell but the frigid Antarctic breeze slaps you like a motha.

Or maybe it's just me.

But the sunset was beautiful, though. As always.