The sun was high in the sky and its heat was a reminder of the imminent summer, the summer I was chasing. Abandoning the planned route, I headed instead towards the river. On my way, I found myself veering into the Via Frattina where I thought I had seen Julian the previous night.
The cafés were already crowding and reminded me of the early-morning bustle in the city lanes of Melbourne. Occasionally, before a midmorning appointment with a patient, I would eat breakfast at a window table and watch the commuters pour from the subterranean world of Flinders Street Station through the gaping exit into Degraves Street. There were stories drifting in that flow – of love and grief, of joy and depression. After Bonnie, I continued to go there for a while, wishing that I could be caught in their s
