There’s a fragile stillness that settles over Sydney just before dawn a kind of calm that feels borrowed from another place entirely. I found myself parked by the water’s edge, the skyline stretching wide and silent before me. The city, usually pulsing with energy, lay quiet, its towers mere silhouettes against the soft blush of…

The picnic table sits by the water’s edge, offering a perfect view of the lake. The sky turns into a warm blend of colors, like the sun wrapping the world in a big, colorful hug before bedtime. Fluffy clouds drift by, looking like cotton candy lit up by the fading light. The lake stretches out…