New Years Day

1st Jan 2008
New years day, two thousand and eight, almost over an hour before midnight.
It’s hot, so fucking hot. The mercury next to the back door reached forty five for the third day in a row.
Old school metal fans push the air around, my fish tank slowly boils.
The flies piss me off, even at this hour. Don’t they ever fucking sleep?
The neighbours ancient air conditioner roars, intensifying the discomfort.
No use in trying to sleep, a few cold beers helps despite the dehydration in the morning.
My son sleeps though. He lays in the next room, blissfully unaware of being my definition of perfection.
My little right hand man, my mini me, my best friend.
In thirteen days he’ll be gone, spirited away to another state eight hundred kilometres away, to be with his mother in another world.
I’ll still be here.
No more rushing around in the morning, last minute dashes for a show and tell toy. Making lunch for school, wondering why school shirts aren’t dirt coloured, or hugs at the school gate.
He’ll be back in a few months, I’ve never been away from him more than a couple of weeks.
It’ll be Autumn then.
The next two weeks will take two minutes, the next few months will seem like years.
He’ll have grown inches.

New Years Day

FKD1

Wodonga, Australia

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