The hill.

  An adventure of soaring heights with the sibling. Let me break this up into six parts for easy reading, if you'd allow me to proceed. Part one // We sauntered around the Sunday markets, lingered and picked up handmade trinkets for our parents.

  Part two // Pumpkin pizza, coffee, steak pies and honeycake to taste. I can't say it was all that satisfying; still something new to sample, nonetheless. We lay willingly and languid under the sun. We didn't speak. We didn't need to. We just lay.

  Part 3 // We did some of our own wandering around the university campus, too. Chatting on the bench about topics of all sorts and taking pictures on a whim. We imagined university life and the alluring future spread out ahead of us.

  Part 4 // We retreated to the near perimeter of the river. The sun withdrew itself; a vanishing act. It repeated this fashion as it pleased, but we still enjoyed the riverside sights. We fancied taking in the scenery for a while. Just a little while more.

  Part 5 // After more relaxation, we made our jolly way over to the acclaimed bushland park. We conquered slopes, wind, flowerbeds, dirt, countless hills, trails and even a few sunshowers. But it was nothing too irksome to rain on our parade. 

  Part six // We dabbled deeper into our walk, only to find that we had strolled off-track. We climbed bridges despite my fear of heights. I was already battling the elements. We were rewarded, though, with the overlooking view. We had made it.

'Let's go outside and ride, ride, ride to the meaning of life. // I want to go back to old times.' - Bombay Bicycle Club

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