this is my walk to work...

...past the familiar facades of sutherland street, perhaps a moment to smell the roses, a left down hope street until the funny corner with the spirally tree and the fat green chefs, past the construction workers already busy in the crisp cold day, under the pontian club sign where soon enough the footpath will be filled with the old, smoking, greek men who call this club home, another left onto victoria street past my new local (though not yet my favourite) and towards ray for a coffee before hitting sydney road, heading city ward and finding my desk in the wee corner of the monolithic merri street factory...