Another Sunday in Melbourne with Ian. The weather was miserable the whole damn time and I couldn't have loved it more. It felt as it should. An imminent goodbye, the beginning of autumn, long and slow days, wearing coats, reading the morning paper at the pub at 4 in the afternoon, bowls of spicy pho and a few bottles of very good white wine. Him playing guitar while I stress about sleep, him writing while I actually sleep, and soft rain the whole time.