I write this on my mum's computer while she packs her bag for Tasmania where she'll spend two weeks with my dad.
I write this after a productive day of working on the fifth storey of an office building in Melbourne, punctuated by nectarines, coffees and lunch with my lovely friend Chris.
I write this after meeting my sister E after work. We sat on a metal bench on the street and talked like only sisters can before I took a tram to my grandfather's house.
I write this after dinner with my mum at a busy vegetarian restaurant.
I write this wearing only a singlet. The door leading out to the balcony is open and the city sounds enter the living room like a mixtape.
I write this and you read it with a soundtrack and a Tuesday tale of your own.