If you look closely, you can see the morning sunlight reflected on the leaves of the gum tree. As they wave around in the breeze, the patterns of light are uncannily like the light on the ocean. When we walked in Bold Park this morning, the first time since September, this was a source of joy that I have sorely missed.

During our 40 minute walk (another milestone for me) on the uneven track, we were blessed to see a flock of rainbow bee-eaters enjoying morning snacks and training their young as they wheeled around the trees. This time when they gather to prepare for their migration north is always a time of joy. It makes me restless: perhaps it awakens my hunter-gatherer roots. Sometimes I wonder how far we have come in our human journey, and if we really have moved on from our migratory beginnings…