Yarra Trams

An unforetold eternity

There is no easy way to express it really. It just happened. I jumped on and it truly was the ride of my life. Cliche as it sounds. And then, I met him. He was sitting at the front of the tram and myself at the back. It was raining that day, as it does everyday in Melbourne, when I took tram number 96 to St. Kilda Road. He was getting off, and our eyes met. It was, for a brief moment yes, but it felt like an unforetold eternity. He left. I have taken the tram consequently everyday to find him. And in doing so, I get a buzz everytime I step on board. Because, every journey is like another episode of a love story unseen and untold.

Faye, Australia - 03 June 2004