Every Wednesday night during "relaxation" in my Yoga class I almost pass out, almost, my body is still there, but in my mind I am in my favourite place, or one of them anyway, my most recent favourite place I suppose, one which I may never be in again...
...here. Fremantle Docks, the place I sat and dreamed, the place I laughed with my friend every day, the place I took people too, it's just a dock, it's pretty murky looking, there are huge ships with animals on them being shipped off somewhere to be slaughtered, there are knobs in their Daddy's yachts cruising by, but then you would see loads of Dolphins in the wake of the boats, you would see Sea Eagles, Moon Jellyfish and all sorts of deadliness in the water, you might catch some fish like we did sometimes, you might catch a sea snail by accident like we also did! Oops!
I used to go there every morning, sit there reading books, thinking, lying in the sun on the docks, in my shorts and my flip flops and just think about the world, write letters to my Granny, write in my diary (lots of writing in that back then) listen to my iPod, dream about what was to come, whistle "Sitting At The Dock Of The Bay" (no really we did this a lot!) walk around to the tiny beach and watch the sunset over the Indian Ocean every evening, the sand still warm under my bare feet, write love songs on the back of supermarket receipts, it was my place, my escape, and it's where I go in my head when I need to get away from things for a while, like when the Yogi is saying things like "Re-Lax, Re-Lax take a deep breath into your chest, and just Re-Lax", well when Frankie Says Relax where do you go?
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