Monday, August 31, 2009

Light And Laughter In The Black Cat

Black Cat on Brunswick Street Fitzroy. A Sunday afternoon. The light that day was a bit magical. The place was filled with cool cafe people... a writer quietly broadcasting his intensity, an African guy scrutinising some scripture, travellers with cameras also captivated by the afternoon light. Music kept reminding me of The Egg... gently psychedelic guitar swirls harmonising with light and moods that shifted so subtley, but were mostly good.

This was a sweet afternoon.