New Year’s morning in Melbourne with the temperature already approaching 30c at 8:00am what does one do? Wander down to the beach, breathe in the salty air and contemplate the New Year. On Port Phillip bay when the weather is calm the wavelets curl onto the sand in tiny crystal clear and mesmerizing glass tubes. Quite unlike the waves of ocean surf. One could sit for hours just watching those glassy curls. But not today because today will be another scorcher. Like yesterday, already there’s heat in the sun as I sit on a patch of sand shaded by the cliff behind.
On the beach, locals are walking dogs, a tractor drives back and forth cleaning the sand for another day, kids are swimming, daytrippers are setting up their spots for a day at the beach, paddle boarders are paddling and the pier is hosting walkers and jumping kids. I reckon it’s time for breakfast.