Words are Weariness

The Barber Shop   Acland Street in St Kilda is not one of those nondescript streets that generous planning and scanty population have rendered dull and commonplace. It is just wide enough to allow for a tram to run thru it in the middle of two lanes of other traffic, while you can safely dart across the street anywhere without worrying for the pedestrian crossing signals to turn green. It is cosy without being congested. In the mornings you see a few shops serving coffee and breakfast to the office goers from the residential areas nearby gathering around the tram stops and the clinics & pharmacies on both sides of the street alive with steady stream of footfalls. As twilight descends into gathering dusk and the cries of birds nestling in its many Palm trees become incessant, it takes a different hue as if touched by the rainbow a little distance away in the Port Phillip bay. The bistros and pubs along the street come to life wi