In the middle of cities I love finding quiet corners where time seems to have stopped. In Brisbane, where so much has changed from my childhood, ANZAC Square and the Shrine of Remembrance with its Eternal Flame always draws me back.
Whether I’m walking through it on the way from the bus stop late at night after visiting Mum or striding through it in the early morning dawn before I start work, I always find my feet slowing, my mind settling.
The flood of people, spilling from the underpasses to the nearby train station, flows to the neighbouring steel and glass buildings. Those buildings should dwarf the old shrine but somehow they don’t.