The light in the city today was beautiful.
I felt sure Erin was driving north here, but the light’s coming from the left, so this must be going back toward the city? Unless she’s driving in morning. I don’t understand morning.
Anyways, I love driving north over the Harbour Bridge. To get on it you have to enter through some little byways in the western edge of the city, and then, after going through a couple tunnels, you emerge on a gleaming thoroughfare soaring above ground level in the midst of the towers of Circular Quay. Accelerating, you catapult on to the bridge, seven lanes of speed with nothing separating you from the southbound traffic from the north. In your rear-view is the spiring CBD, and on either side lies the vast steely expanse of Port Jackson barred-off by the grim grey-iron of the bridge.
It feels like flying.