The trams might make it pretty recognisable as Melbourne but this city scene could be one of any number of big cities I guess. As I wait for my morning tram I am struck by how the view changes each morning. Some mornings there's more sunlight than other mornings. Some times there's a bit of mist that blends with the sunlight, causing me to squint and miss the finer details of what is happening around me.Unfortunately, some mornings are just wet and miserable.
The trees can have an eerie look about them, their barrenness can strike me as they lean across the street and tram tracks. They remind me of leaner times, of times of struggle and loneliness. I look for the new growth, the signs of hope that the struggle is over.
The trams and their clattering noises as they move past are a constant reminder of movement, that we all have somewhere we are going on this very fine morning. The newer trams make less clattering noises.They can be so quiet in fact that you don't always know they are there. You can very easily find yourself walking a bit too close for comfort to them. The driver's urgent ringing of his bell can quickly bring you out of your daydreams again.
As I stand at the tram stop I often reflect on the many people who have stood here before me.I can't help but wonder what they were thinking,whether they felt the way I did as they headed to their day job. Whether they had worries that were the same or different to mine. Whether they had ways of enjoying their lives that I could learn from.
I wonder if the women who have stood here before me had life as easy as I have it. Despite me often feeling like life is not easy, I am aware that I have some freedoms and rights that not every generation of women before me have had. I can do what I want to do in many situations. I can study, work, relax and travel in lots of different ways. Women in generations past haven't always had those freedoms.Indeed some women nowadays don't have these same choices for many reasons.
These mornings serve as a good checking in point for me. They are a moment in time that I am forced to stop and wait. There is a pattern, a ritual to these mornings. I know that the tram will come.I know that I will arrive at work and get on with the day.I know that I will return home at the end of the day and get on with home responsibilities. There is a steady pattern to this lifestyle which is comforting. I also know that this is transitory. It won't always be this tram stop I stand at. It won't always be this job I spend my day at. And even home won't be the same all the time. Stability with change is what makes life so interesting.