Harbour has been met; ready to board next steps.
Opera House homes stages for sonic idols, edicules, perhaps, for the musically faithful.
Temperatures drop at dawn. Will temerity lead some to dip into beach’s brother?
Hand-wringing mates help not their cause when foodies are booked; hopeful hands try places not yet looked.
Ratiocination brings crew to gallery on time, but eyes’ emotions lightt for the walk of arts.
Thank you, Sydney Sunday, for a resplendent rendezvous with you; let us do it again soon. ; )