By Marcela Guajardo- One Andean Sky 07.09.24
Tyres tread loudly on the tar grey road
Splashing water on the footpath
Heavy rain washes colour, grass pallid and a ghostly hue
Shivering, a pedestrian hurries past
Scurrying for shelter from the deluge
Only the ‘Die Hards’ are out
The ‘Big Bus Sydney’ open to the sky level is empty
Not even the tourists are game
No birds chirping. Taking refuge, somewhere warm. Clever!
Our Retired Doctors Desai, decide to wait for the weather to
clear.
Their daily walk postponed.
The food deliverers on bikes, hunched and pedalling against
the wind
Car honks as tempers flare. White knuckle drivers.
It is chaos out there as I sit warm and safe at the helm inside
at my desk
Ready to offer an umbrella or call a taxi
Aug 18, 2025
Aug 18, 2025 at 7:42 AM UTC
By Marcela Guajardo- One Andean Sky 07.09.24
Tyres tread loudly on the tar grey road
Splashing water on the footpath
Heavy rain washes colour, grass pallid and a ghostly hue
Shivering, a pedestrian hurries past
Scurrying for shelter from the deluge
Only the ‘Die Hards’ are out
The ‘Big Bus Sydney’ open to the sky level is empty
Not even the tourists are game
No birds chirping. Taking refuge, somewhere warm. Clever!
Our Retired Doctors Desai, decide to wait for the weather to
clear.
Their daily walk postponed.
The food deliverers on bikes, hunched and pedalling against
the wind
Car honks as tempers flare. White knuckle drivers.
It is chaos out there as I sit warm and safe at the helm inside
at my desk
Ready to offer an umbrella or call a taxi
My time working as a concierge in Prestige Apartments in Sydney Australia. It is written during a wet cold day. Beautiful memories created during my time there.
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