Join me as I travel, play, eat, live and work in cities and places around the world.
The day cloaked in bleak grey fled before the radiance of the setting sun and twilight brushed Lionel's Melbourne in soft red and purple hues. I stood upon my parapet and searched the darkening heavens for Luna. Alas she was not there.
Somewhere among the earthbound field of stars in the horizon, where the warmth of cooking fires grow and the pipes of merriment blow, she is lulled to descend from her perch. Under the luscious canopies of the Queen Victoria Market and a festival of earthly banquet, dances and delight, she is bounded among mortals in the Mid-Winter's Night.
I braved the icy cold that cut to the bone, willing my feet on a journey through the concrete forest and shadows of the moonless night to rescue my queen. The darkness that hung heavy around me gradually dissolved in the florescence from the approaching Shed that eventually enveloped me. I stood bewildered as stars hung in mid-air while mortals of all forms gathered.
The juice of love's flower can surely beguile. On and on the band was playing, Songs of glee that would make stern Oberon smile. The centre stage of gastronomic delight,
With fragrant wisps that curl in flight. Surrounded by wares that beg to adorn,
Every inch of the mere mortal form.
Dancing fire and contortion amaze,
Ensnaring every human gaze.
And mulled in their mirth and tales do they swear,
A merrier hour was never wasted there.
With my queen in sweet frolic, I take my flight,
As the merry wanderer of the night.
Outside the night was falling but the light of Luna continued to shine softly in Queen Victoria Market. It seem this night, it is the mortals who have fallen under the spell of the moon.