“You’ll see the the whole harbour at the station,” I was saying nonchalantly, leaning back on the train doors as we rattled under Central, through Town Hall and Wynyard towards Circular Quay.
Our tunnel darkness was suddenly broken by the bright blue of the harbour and the hot sky overhead. There’s no way to even attempt to describe C’s face as the Sydney Harbour Bridge and the Opera House was forced into our view, right there, taking up the whole scene as though we were on some wonderful viewing platform. Even the reality of being pushed aside by hundreds of tourists crowding the platform couldn’t dent the mood. Elation. Absolute and complete inspiration.
“You need to warn me!!!! I was not ready for that omg” C donned a smile so big the Cheshire Cat would’ve had a run for his money.
I knew that that was the moment she fell in love with Sydney. That, or as we danced and hugged by the Opera House further along Circular Quay, when her eyes literally sparkled with happiness at life, love, friendship and sisterhood.
No sunburn pain could dim the light in her heart and her soul, and I couldn’t be prouder to be best friends with someone who feels life so vividly, so completely.
As we drank pretty cocktails in front of the Harbour Bridge, we toasted to a long friendship to come. Talking of dreams and stirring up plans for the future as, coincidentally, a firework display went off on Sydney Harbour. Perfection, if I ever saw it…
…until we tried to get into Estabs and someone (*cough*me*cough*) forgot her ID…xx