ABSTRACT
I could feel it everywhere. I inhaled its smell, let its tastes run across my tongue, its sounds echo in my ears. I could sense its warmth spreading across the city, a smooth and golden treacle flowing through the streets, over buildings and houses, and onwards into the sea. A brilliant sun scorched the jacaranda trees which showered the city with a confetti of gentle purple flowers. Blue skies reflected in the harbour’s mirror as it sparkled and glistened like liquid diamonds. The eye could skim across its gleaming surface and climbing, continue up and up to the pinnacle of the skyline. The skyscrapers shone, radiating beads of a harder light, scattering beams in random directions as the piercing rays reflected off the thousands of symmetrical windowpanes. Rows and columns of the city’s transparent mask. The mask of Sydney, as it welcomed the summer.
