Hail Storm Warning On a Sunny Day

Sydney

I never get the ever changing temperature of this city. Until an hour ago it was sunny and warm. Now I can hear thunder. In fact the hail storm warning is up and people have been told to be prepared, and set up whatever they need (what that is I don’t know) to prepare for little ice bits to fly from the air.

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Everytime I come here, I am transported to another life. The suburbian life. It’s a strange thing. Though the years I am starting to familiarize myself with it. The malls, the cars, the kids and the bad fashion. In fact, I find some comfort in it now. In the years past, I would gasp and suffocate, desperate to get back into the city. Couldn’t stand the generic-ness, the crappy pop music blasting, and just the slowness. I would find myself catching a train, an hour, two, even three, no matter where I am. Heading to the museum just so there were people. Now if I wasn’t faced with so many deadlines, i probably sit and watch cable. The rest is too much effort. I can’t even be bothered to go into town and see my friends and cousin. Keeping a low profile while I am here. You know how hard it is to actually find time to sit and watch cable?

There is nothing like sitting in the back of dad’s car, when it is raining driving back to Sydney from Gosford on the highway. I wonder how many times I have gone down that road. There are only three things in sydney I know well. Their fabulous Museum of contermporary art, the aquarium, and that one rock blasted highway with all the high faces of sedimentary rock. Those rocks and the road, the image as we speed past the browns and reds, the yellows of jutting cliff face, merges in my mind and dreams. It’s always there, I love it so much. I don’t know if other people have it. But I have small flashes of images that come and go in my mind, through out the day or when I am doing something. It’s like bits of images that I go back to. Photographs that makes me want to make it into some sort of art. The rock face is always there. Along with the Australian moon, with the big stars, in the rain. The big open sky. I remember typing pretty much the same thing six months ago. But suburbia is the strangest thing to me, the big sky is something i would like to do something with.

It’s raining now!!!