View Street, lunchtime

North: Two young lads sit opposite each other at the picnic table. They chomp chicken burgers from Chargrill Charlie’s.

North-east: A dad flanked by his two daughters takes a seat at a park bench. The littlest girl, maybe 4, clutches a box of iceblocks. It looks huge in her arms. She attempts to retrieve them while walking. Suddenly, she has one in each hand, the box toppled over on the bench. “Are you going to eat two at once?” A giggle. “Yes!” She runs off to deliver one to her sister.

East: This tree that holds me stands. A bulbous mound of its roots cushions my behind. Its outer branches support those of a Moreton Bay Fig further along.

South: A brown memorial “to the Immortal Dead” takes up a large semicircle.

South-west: A man in a medical mask and black cap leans over and clips his fingernails. The sound reaches me distinctly.

West: A police van, after crawling round the perimeter of the park, finally pulls away, slowly.