(Author’s note: Things are getting little better, and I’m likely getting more time to do writing work. You may see an uptick in original work soon. My job isn’t as tiring as it used to be. Enjoy today’s view!)
Upstairs In My House
by Miles H. Rost
The scenery was beautiful.
Westgate Bridge was far in the distance, but I could see it’s shadow looming on the water.
The setting sun brought forth it’s bright oranges and reds, a blanket to cover the entirety of Melbourne.
One of the hottest days of the year started moving down into a cooler and comfortable night. The lights of the CityLink, the sounds of Swanston, I could enjoy them all from my own place.
28th floor, looking down over the city. Temporarily. But it was still wonderful. It was a shame to leave it behind.
Such is the squatter’s life.