I may work fifty-hour weeks . . .

But I still have two days off.

The big park near our apartment where people play soccer and do group work-outs. I walked across.

Climb up into the Glebe area, and you know you're there. All cute and fancy, these houses. This patio caught my eye.

And these windows.

And this tree.

I read in the sunshine, by the harbour at Glebe Point.

There's a boat that has pulled out across the water toward the bridge. A small boy, watches, and says, "Dad, let's get on that boat!"