It was the idea of the train trip, of rugging up, of wandering tree lined streets and breathing in the cold mountain air that appealed to me. It was one line from ‘We Looked Like Giants‘ by Death Cab for Cutie, it was the memory of my last trip to Katoomba, with Ange, on our way to her hometown for the weekend and it was Tim’s photos/Rach’s words from a 2012 blog post. Lee changed her plans and made it to Central exactly one minute before our train left the station. We wound our way up the mountain, stepped out onto the platform pulling scarfs and beanies from of our backpacks as the crisp, sweet air greeted us for the first time in a year. And so we walked. The time and space meant our conversation had room to twist and turn, go back on itself, expand and dig deep. I learnt new things about my friend, my understanding grew and the silent breaks in conversation felt just as natural as when the words were floating through the air between us. A photo, walk a little further, another photo, look at that! what’s down here? another photo, chattering teeth, warm relief, scones and jam and cream and tea. I’ll always choose summer over winter, but on this chilly, grey day it was like all I’d ever wanted was this chilly, grey day.
By the by, Meg has a wonderful blog that goes by the name Sugar Mountain, too.