Crispy cold Summer

We left 5 pm. Crazy Summer, I put my jumper in the boot and almost wear it on our way back.
We had a strong head wind all the way to the bay, I could feel the extra push need it so I focussed a bit more on this P. Dick Novel I am listening, it is called Valis, demential story that I am yet figured its genre.
The smells of Melbourne are fantastic specially along bay street in Port Melbourne or Swan street in Ritchmond. My nostrils were imflamed by smells, hunger and abstinence, I could identify chips, fish, eggs even bananas and honey, torture.