The caravan was born in a studio now demolished in Brunswick.
Salvaged wood from hard rubbish.
And the collection of white strewed on its streets & within our homes.
So. Glad we were to share it here.
It began playing with a child of about six. We mimicked each other and high fived before his tram arrived.
Our first guest was a snowpea.
And our second a tomato.
Then some adult and child pairs. The child dragging their parent inside.
One six yr old we know announced the caravan wasn’t very good, not big enough!
We agreed to let her design the next.
We received more waves from those safe in cars at the red light. I think they took the most photos too.
A women saw us from afar and made her way to us. I think she needed us today. She left with a heavy heart and hug. She was thinking of her niece…
A deep-thinking friend came. And my heart warmed.
A man decided to give me a spare akubra he had. I’m not sure why.
Four women stopped. Giggles and shyness, I think they were surprised the most. Delighted even.
I’m glad they stopped.
All in all most we’re pretty quiet as they came and went. I missed the natter of coburg and glenroy. It reminded me of the importance of slowing down and being. Which is what aMoment is all about…