TheRadsterChronicles

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Green has always been my favourite colour. But the best kind of green for me has been the bright fresh hue that leaves have after it’s rained. Against the contrasting dark skies, it is something else - ethereal, almost rejuvenating for the spirit.

I see that green and everything is happy around me. Life is full of possibilities, there are no barriers to my imagination and I am everything and nothing, all at once. The banalities of life disappear for a little while and things are new, just like those leaves that have been washed of their dirt, the dust and the pollution. Everything is forgotten and the past is let go, just like the autumn season that has long passed by.

Life is beautiful in green.

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Picked some wildflowers off the road during my walks around the Kapunda Copper Mines

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I hiked to the top of a waterfall today. Just sat there, gazing at the tranquil waters and the mottled blue skies. It’s the calmest I have felt in months.

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For lunch today, I heard a busker perform ‘Auld Lang Syne’ at the mall. It was a moment of calmness for me. I just sat and revelled in that moment. And then, later on the way back to work, went to a shop because the owner looked sad and lonely and put $50 on my MetroCard. I smiled. And he did too. Nice old bloke. I hope his business picked up later on and he had a good day.

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Let’s appreciate how beautiful South Australia is.

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The sky today had a flair for being dramatic.

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What does he think?

Get on the bus, get yourself a seat away from people. Sit down, take your phone out, put the AirPods in. And repeat. This is what everyone on the bus was doing today. Engrossed deep into the world of online communication. Memes. Trends. Checking the latest news. Watching the newest web series. Stalking that special someone on social media.

Except for one. A powder blue shirt. Khaki pants. A bank passbook in hand. Almost mid 70’s. just sitting there, looking outside the window. Looking up towards the road ahead. Dusty shoes that have walked miles and trekked through decades. Wrinkles around the eyes. What does he look at? What does he think of the world around him? What does he think of our generation and how we behave. Times must have really changed for him. But had they? I wonder what he thinks.

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How long does it take?

I’ve got the answer for that. 2 weeks. That’s how long the city takes to change you. 2 weeks ago, fresh at work I told my co-new starter to kill me if I ever walk around the city like one of those people who don’t smile and look like the weight of the world rests on their shoulders. The impatient lot. We all know them. We’ve all seen them.

Today, I was one of them. I scowled twice because someone ahead of me was walking leisurely whilst I just wanted to get to my destination (the bus stop) quickly. I did get there, but almost did not recognise the girl reflected in the dark tinted windows when the bus arrived.