I awake in the early morning light and step out into a world of dew and thickening mist. The golden grass undulates in the breeze and the valley below is hidden from view. The wind of the night before has gone. Slowly the mist turns grey and then pink and it begins to thin and rise into the air. The sky which has been invisible is a veiled and tender blue. The grass and trees are scattered with jewelled drops of dew. I stand still and listen to the awakening day. It seems almost silent until Iiperceive the little sounds which are about me as though the earth is stretching and yawning as the sun touches its eyes. Its deep quiet breathing reaches me: the whisper of the small breeze rattling through the gum leaves, the first awakening sounds of twittering small birds. The first rays of sun burst across the landscape. Now the birds are singing in all their glory. Eagles lean high on the draughts of air, letting it carry them where it will as though they are on invisible aerial surf-boards. Down on the ground magpies make darting runs to dig in the soft, rich Australian earth. Kookaburra's laughter echoes across the valley. A beautiful paradise lays under the first sun of the morning.