The sun has warmed the concrete on my favourite seat. I like the cardamom tea, from the Nepalese grocery store, delicious. .
The suburb seems lonely as I sit here on my own.
Here\'s another human a Chinaman having a smoke, I raised my cup and say enjoy, he smiles like I told a joke.
I move down the mall, there are people milling around.
There\'s a buska in the distant putting out their sound.
A mums taking a photo of her daughter blowing bubbles, I sneak behind into the picture, she grins, I\'m out of trouble.
Bohemian rhapsody resounding from a keyboard, a passionate teenager showing us his worth, practise makes perfect, some have it with birth.
I\'ve spent a lifetime in this area, a familiar face I can\'t see.
Probably best as I think about my life where I have been, what I have become.
The answers to my questions, contemplated in the son.
An Asian influence has permeated the place, as I eat my hand made noodles I do enjoy the taste.
My local centre has changed over my years but I am not afraid of what it\'s become. It brings me lots of joy.
Just a small player in a life out of control looking for a window to befriend another soul.
The homeless here are not rejected Ray with the bird gets most of the attention. A thug stole it once to impress his girl: locals came to the rescue, sat on the offender until the police were called. Off to the station with him, Ray\'s bird returned.
Yes this place seems to accept everybody, I come here often, it\'s kind of a hobby, to watch them all from the poor to the snobby.
Just another day but I go home a winner.
I buy roast duck and have pancakes for dinner.