A View From A Window

I feel like my eyeballs have steamed up. Twenty-one floors up, I am inside a cloud. The bay is a grey smudge on the horizon, the sky is dark and threatening. Looking down, the streets are shiny with Melbourne's drizzle. Pedestrians cower under meagre shelters, and towers lurk in the fog. It is June in Victoria's capital, and four million people wish they were somewhere else.