Stepping out the front door all is quiet. The air is heavy and the streets sleepy. Soon the streets will burst to life but for the moment the only sound comes from birds occasionally talking to each other. Walking past the fig tree, the heaviness of the heat is momentarily broken by the sweet smell of overripe figs that floats gently in the air. Rosellas have been breakfasting in the tree but startle as I walk past, taking flight and breaking the peace. Then all is quiet again. A lady walks past with her dog, limbs drooping, each step weighed down by a lingering summer. Even the dog is moving slowly, making his way from tree to tree, sniffing only when necessary. A man heads towards the beach, a towel slung over his shoulder, eager to dive into the salty water. Small droplets land on my skin from the clouds waiting for the right time to unleash their waterfall.
And then the bus arrives and I am shaken from my daydream.