28th January | redleaf pool
I don’t have a photo of last night, but if I did I would want it look like this: 3am, warm air, nine of us sitting damp and saltsticky on a pontoon floating in the harbour - three-story Double Bay mansions looming above us.
We came swimming on a seven-drinks-in, 2:30-on-a-saturday-night whim. Because we can. Tricked cabs into taking us, took the stairs two at a time, talking too loud, stripped mostly naked and ran for the water.
Climbing onto the pontoon and hurling our bodies through the warm air again and again; climbing one last time to lie on the damp wood - the sudden quiet making us realise just how loud we were being.
The city is hidden from view, tucked behind the headland. I can be home in one 20-minute $25 cab ride.
Sometimes I wonder why I would ever want to live anywhere else.
