Now I am sure that I am Down Under.

I stroll to the harbour, where the bridge arcs into the night.

A light breeze carries chatter, …

… music …

… and the clinking of glasses.

I look back …

… and sideways …

… until I reach the house.

Few people seem to make it beyond the restaurants, …

… where someone still works …

… for the joy of others.

Seagulls settle for the night …

… when I circle the building. I arrive at the basement, …

… follow the stairs …

… past the construction site …

… to feel the beauty of a Night at the Opera.