It is deliciously cool in Melbourne tonight. There is a gentle breeze coming from the south, bringing crisp and clear air from the ocean between Australia and the Antarctic. The windows of the highrise are wide open to allow the breeze to enter and reduce out thermal mass temperature. Being Sunday night, there are hardly any trams grinding past, minimal cars passing by and as happens so rarely, not a building's air conditioner unit can be heard.
The day started warm but it changed. The lads about town found their hoodies and pulled them around the heads. I forlornly hoped hoodies were a passing phase, but it seems they will be around as an item of fashion for this approaching winter at least.
I have never worn a hoodie. Perhaps I should buy one and maybe with most of my head and face hidden, I will look like an attractive young man bent on vandalism, graffiti and petty crime. I am seriously considering it. It is such a bother to be responsible and put my rubbish in a bin. If I had a hoodie drawn really tightly, perhaps I could be brave enough to leave rubbish on public transport vehicles. Perhaps I could bring myself to spit in the street?
While I am not sure that I could get the walk right that goes with wearing a hoodie, I rather like the idea of such anonymity that a hoodie could give me. Yes, I need a hoodie. I've written myself a note to remind me to get one.