tonight i am back in this room in this house, in the familiar smells and winds of north melbourne. i am back in the transcient skies and the carrying of umbrellas, in the arms of my friends and the sun in the garden. i am back in the wide wide median and the way it is occupied, the hair across faces and the reflection of mine in the window. most of all i am back in the upward lift of my heart as i ride so so fast down the hill to my house, back down, head against the earth. i am there and someplace else as well, someplace next to me, someplace flying.