So i tried to take the train + tram to st kilda, but alas connex deemed it too troublesome to run trains on the Pakenham/Cranbourne line once again. So the tram ought to be taken from Caulfield instead.

And so it is, sitting here on the number 3a as it clatters down Balaclava street. I think Yarra Trams got it right. There is something to love about these graffiti-signed metal boxes.

The sound of the grinding wheels as it rounds the tight corner past Caulfield station, the 'bzz' of the fading electric bell when destination is reached, the clattering self-importance as the driver hurries along the tracks, only to stop a few yards further down the road, and the tick of the automated sign scrolling across the route description.

Or maybe though, its the way the white and green... isn't so white anymore. The way those fading green seats are so worn down that the yellow foam starts to show, the the lights flicker as the pantograph passes the join in the overhead wires.

But then again, its probably the culmination of the journey its self. The mentioned elements in their entireity. The little mobile community trundling along the realms of suburbia, spitting you out as you reach your destination.....