Things I noticed on the way home:
The bitter taste of grapeseeds can be enjoyable.
The heat from the engines of passing cars while I leaned and read at the tram stop.
An Indian guy wanting to go to West Preston at the Exhibition Street tram stop was impossible to understand without my complete concentration and had a lazy eye. Maybe it was benign. Maybe it was cancer.
Holding up a train containing a few thousand people is worth if you can run down the escalators and open the doors at the last second just before it pulls off.