Sunday dawned cool, cloudy and quiet, the city smoked in bushfire burnoffs along river valleys winding to the harbour. CoVid's human being lockdowns have unfurled quiet skies, night birds and happier trees in the city's heart. Crossing the harbour bridge

Sunday dawned cool, cloudy and quiet, the city smoked in bushfire burnoffs along river valleys winding to the harbour. CoVid's human being lockdowns have unfurled quiet skies, night birds and happier trees in the city's heart. Crossing the harbour bridge at the limit of my 5 kilometre boundary at times there was not another car in sight. I will treasure the experience of this last day that the city was wreathed in silence. Grief and joy. Death and emergence.