Back home again.

I spent most of the trip back writing poetry in my head (and even writing some down for a change) and listening to music. It wasn't so bad. The express bus was worth getting up for.

My morning, however, was truly delightful. I got a lift into town with Mum, and then went to my favourite cafe in Castlemaine. It's called Saffs and I go there whenever I can. The tables are colourful, and the walls are sandblasted stone, with tracings of old signage peeking through. The music was the Beatles today, and the sun shone through the window I sat next to.

I ordered chai, and sat, reading Hobb.

Ah. Perfect moment. And delicious chai.