Sunrise over St. Kilda
I got up rather early today, and in a rare instance of spontaneity, I decided to go to the beach to watch the sun rise. Braving the 6 degree chill at 7am, I made my way down to St Kilda and took a leisurely stroll along the shore, nursing a nice hot Long Macchiato. Sitting on the pier in quiet contemplation, listening to the calm lapping of waves. It was sublime, yet with a tinge of melancholy, knowing my dad is in hospital at this very moment. I really hope dad stays strong, day by day, fighting this cancer within him, and not to give up. The rest of us haven't.