The Saturday After Lent

for the last five years I've found myself in exactly the same situation on easter weekend.
I sit in my apartment getting ready for the final push on my composition jury, outside the entire Osborne area is filled with young people recently freed from the crushing stress and pressure of exams.

I love the way the sound carries around, bounces up to my apartment window and makes me smile.
I like those sounds much better than the early mourning garbage truck or the late night poster guy. More than the sounds of people going through the trash, or drunk people fighting on the street.

I love it here.