Rundle Mall – from another era tall decorative buildings squeeze between modern ones, reminding me of Harry Potter.

So many people, a complex pattern we weave, varying speeds and purpose.

I love being surrounded by their silent stories.

Lifted by the sound of the electric violin, carried to my daughter.

The green door. Our meeting place.

My daughters words mix with the surrounds, her precious voice.

A place of transition between work and home.

Talking on the way home, ‘bad things happen, good things happen’, ‘good things happen to good people, good things happen to bad people’, ‘bad things happen to good people, bad things happen’.

Yes.

Seasons come.

And go.

Grateful for the time.

Have a wonderful day 🌱