Abstraction

Red light from the Hoyts Cinema neon reflecting off the polished cement columns and cold handrail of a pedestrian ramp entering Sylvia Park mall from the back end as I walk with no socks but shoes and a bright aqua hoodie, elongated tripod trailing from my right arm, wave to the carpark security as he gives a questioning look when I shove into my Carolla hatch and drive home to falafels in garlic pita and the smell of fresh polyurethane on kauri doorframes.