There’s familiarity in the scene. A sense of dread. Uneasiness setting in, like the cold dampness of a winter night.

It's been a few weeks since I've ridden my bike. Maybe even a month. Time is getting harder to tell.

I received an email from my Maman this morning, just before I rose to start another mundane day. Where she lives in the warm part of France.

My mate/co-star Dale snapped this photo at Yagan Square not too long ago which I saw today for the first time. Crikey!