Some beauty after the rain.
And being kind could mean carving out that bit of quiet and solitude, that time to walk at a slower pace, that ability to explore in some degree of aimlessness… Especially when you know you need it.
The only reason why I would go to this bus-forsaken place in Penrith was to get the X-Ray of the foot done. While hobbling back to the bus stop, which would have taken a normal-foot person about 10 minutes (and me thrice that time), I realised why the lack of bus stops – the whole street was full of car workshops, repair shops and petrol kiosks.
My poor feet.
Haru made the treacherous journey feel a little better, though.
After living here for about 4 months, it was nice to walk along the streets of Penrith as a tourist and view it from a different perspective.