You feel the power in your legs and arms and the sun in your back. Just before you make the first of four turns you find you're again looking forward to a Saturday evening. The one you spent with friends and your young wife on the waterfront in Adelaide drinking West End beer and eating seafood. You don't just remember it: you're there, feeling like a successful man in a happy time.
|Glenelg Beach, South Australia (Image from here)|
It's a fantasy, of course: a pastiche of memories. Soon - perhaps when you turn in for the night - reality will settle back in. You'll again be pushing 40, divorced, scraping for work and living in a spare room. But as you reach the first turn it's completely believable and you love it for that.
Halfway to the second turn the boundary gets blurred and you think part of it can be made to happen. A fare to Adelaide from Shepparton is $63.00. Beer and seafood perhaps $50.00 for an evening. And if you sleep on the beach, you can save on accomodation. In your heart you know it won't be the same. You'll just be some guy having a meal after travelling to South Australia for no very good reason.
You pass the third turn. Why did you feel so good if it wasn't the sea air and the grog and the calamari? It is good if it was the people you were with. It is better if it was because you could feel you had achieved something in the world and could take stock of your good things. It is best of all if it was because you were at peace with yourself and had faith in yourself doing things worth doing.
|Sunset, New Caledonia (Image from here)|