my dreams have a smiths soundtrack, '15 mins with you, i wouldn't say no...' i'm woken up suddenly by the strangeness of this dream and wander to my phone to check the phone, one missed message from the past catching up with the future, a request to go to the beach. indecision wracks my brain, what does saturday hold, i have needs that need to be met, coffee and papers and then there's my plan to go to glebe. outside walking with pan i can see the potential of the day, the city requires a intense energetic displacement whereas a beach would nurture and replenish. so we get to the beach and have a swim, the coffee and papers are in the mix, we stop at special points on the beaches, some high spot above mona vale, palm beach, avalon and some special rock where we drink beer that undresses itself and look over the wonderful beauty of the northern beaches. ah it's a perfect day, im so relaxed i could float.