The sun came up over Stradbroke like a raging bushfire, lighting the dawn sky with streaks of red and orange. Kookaburras cackled in the gum trees as I took my morning cuppa onto the deck and chose a spot in the sun. The warmth of the coffee seeped into my winter bones as I sat on the sofa. In the garden, the dragon fruit had dropped their night flowers and the pink fruits were firming. Almost too beautiful to eat. A flurry amongst the foliage brought a sulphur crested co