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The Sapphire City

I live approximately one hour from my daily destination. Truth being, I live on a beach and my uni... well, it doesn't. So I have to get on a bus, then a train, then another bus, then walk to my classes. It's dreary and will most likely continue that way for some time yet.

But the best thing about living near the city dubbed Brisvegas is the early morning commute. You can grab a window seat and stare across the bay at that city that almost - if you squint a bit - looks like the Emerald City in blue. Which would probably make it the Sapphire City, really.

It is most likely the most beautiful thing I've ever seen... and I've seen a bit. I've seen what the rest of the world has to offer since I traveled around a fair bit as a child, but nothing beats that glorious view, especially now the Southern Hemisphere is heading into summer. The water is so blasted lovely that most days I want to wind down the window and leap out into the sea, something I wouldn't recommend from a bus doing sixty kilometers per hour across a concrete bridge.

I've always lived near a beach and couldn't imagine the horror of being land-locked. The ocean's in my blood now and each year when the wind turns warm and the days start getting longer, you just can't deny the dancing blue at the end of the road. Although I have learned that swimming between work shifts only serves to knock you out and put you to sleep... not to mention drying out your hair.

But I digress. So why is the place I live my favourite city? I think, when it comes down to it, that the reason I love it so much is that I can dip my toes in that hurried life that splashes through the Sapphire City and enjoy a paddle each day, but I prefer to come home to the peace of the quiet bay.

Because there is always tomorrow.