The day has been marked by showers, drenching the city and then relenting for a peaceful while before attacking the weary traveller. An informative weather pixie might tell you the temperature was 24c, but that just demonstrates that you should never trust a pixie! It has not climbed out of the teens; indeed, it hardly climbed into them, achieving only 13 according to the funny mam on the telly!
My first thought was not where to go today, but to make sure I had my wooly hat and waterproof jacket with me, for need them, I would. (And did!) Much like most of my exploration of Sydney thus far, plans I had none, desires few and needs even less. So I just ambled along, taking each corner as it came, deciding then and there if it was right or left or as the case may be, straight on!
I'm not sure I'm alone in this theory, but quite often, getting lost is more fun than knowing where you are. It was something only relatively new to me, something I found out last year in Japan, when I turned off the electronic devices and just wandered around without a destination or care in mind. I saw and experienced more that day than most of my other 'well-scheduled' explorations. Maybe one day I'll tell you about them!
Today was one such day, going hither and thither and that way and this, although it is actually quite hard to get yourself lost in a city where you can read the road signs and have clearly defined and visible landmarks. You try it, go on, I dare you!
I started at the ANZAC War Memorial, with its cascading water steps and pools of reflection for reflection and marveled at the height of each splash that gave off an optical illusion in the right light of water climbing back up, rather than tumbling down. I must have looked like a right fool, trying to get a photo of the aforementioned effect, but I've long since learnt to care less about what others think of me. Perhaps if I had a better camera, or I were a better photographer, I'd be able to share with you the beautiful sight my eyes beheld, rather than just writing about it. Oh well, I don't have, and I'm not, so words, you will just have to make do with.
I tried to lose myself, but simply found a different and oddly shorter way to Darling Harbour, which was pleasing nonetheless. If I'm being thoughtful, I'll try to look at different things, or from different positions, for it can be quite remarkable what differences your eyes will see in familiar places when viewed from a different angle. Try it, walk on the other side of the street on your way home, and see if I'm not wrong.
I might have walked further into the hills beyond Darling Harbour; however, my feet were aching, or rather, just the right one, with the plantar fasciitis, so I needed to rest up for a bit.
I watched the people for a while, the way one does when one has too much time on one's hands. I wonder how many 'ones' I can write in a sentence before it stops making any sense? Perhaps that was enough, or perhaps before the fullness of time, your eyes will chance upon another string of words piled together with a singular aim of beating three!
Rested for a bit, I did, walked for a bit I did next, and before I knew it, I was near the old strange music house again, or hus as it would be in Danish. Odd how that happens.
