I walked through a light rail tunnel once. In 2015, on Sunday the first of March. It was soon after my birthday. May have written about it before, but I don’t think I’ve done so.

Anyway it started off at a place near Central, in the morning. Ewe and I were at a place we’d gone to a small amount of times where you could smoke shisha through a hookah. We got food, smoked, had a good time. Easy day. Nice.

Later on Ewe, Anna, Si and I headed out. We were still neighbours at the time and in various stages of getting toward life obligation and so organising stuff was pretty easy. We went to Darling Harbour to go bowling, had a good time, left and it had been raining.

We crossed over Pyrmont Bridge to get to the nearest light rail station and saw a Freddie Mercury tribute happening. That was nice. Also took some photos of us four being silly.

But yeah; we went out, had a good time, took a bunch of photos, did stuff, didn’t do stuff, caught the light rail back home. We lived a short walk from it, which also made heading out an easier decision to make at times.

After we got off at our stop, Si and I decided to go through the light rail tunnel. I can’t remember how we came to the decision to do so. I know it’s not that exciting a thing, but it was something I hadn’t done before and had wanted to do so at some point, but I was concerned about consequences. I know that Ewe and Si had done it before during late night hours and that made me more curious to do so, if not sparking my initial desire to do so. Ewe didn’t want to this time, however and Anna that interested. Fair.

So we got off at Glebe, Si and I waited for the tram to leave, then started walking. It was dark in there, but illuminated well enough, and all sorts of “quiet”. We took photos of the things we saw; graffiti, shape and design, lights… things that can be curious to look upon. We kept walking, looking at stuff, trying to take it all in, and eventually another tram came along, because of course that was going to happen, and so if I remember rightly, we moved pretty quickly at that point. The driver may have called someone; don’t know and didn’t want to find out. Quickly got away from the station on the other side too.

It wasn’t too far from home so we sort of meandered back. Saw some things I wasn’t aware of but Si was, took in sights we’d seen before, and then made our way around Blackwattle Bay.

The clouds were heavy and threatening, and the day was getting the certain kind of dark when rain is approaching. And of course, not soon after that darkness came it started raining. Si and I ran back home, not too drenched but wet enough. And it was a nice sort of time, and felt pleasant in the way that some of these things can. It was a bit of life and, in looking back, it was small, and that’s nice.